#I heard your cries for more angst and I aim to please!

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My blog has become infested with angst goblins, and they must be fed with some hypothetical scenarios!🙏💚

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Aim for the Sky Part 36 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley needed a day off with his wife, but you needed it more. Taking care of his family would come first from now on, and he had no problem proving that to you. As your plan begins to take shape, one of your allies doubles down.

Warnings: Angst, adult language, body image, DILF Roo, pregnancy, oral smut, lactation kink

Length: 4400 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

Aim for the Sky masterlist. This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order.

Cat gave you an earful over the phone, and you let her. As soon as you told her you wanted to move up the unveiling of the project she'd been leading for months, she panicked.

"I have it scheduled for December," she snapped. "Six weeks from now. It's not perfect yet, and you know how much I like perfection."

When you said, "It doesn't need to be perfect, it just needs to work," you heard a muffled scream.

"I'm going to break out in hives. I need to lie down," she hissed. "You're talking about something that affects the entire F/A-18 fleet."

You rolled your eyes. "I'm not talking about the whole Super Hornet fleet yet. I'm talking about testing on a handful of aircrafts. Or maybe just one to start..."

When you went silent, Indigo's eyes danced through your mind along with her pompous voice and irritating strut. 

"Do you have any idea how long I'll have to stay at work? I'll be here overnight finishing this. Overnight. Do you hear me?" Cat asked.

"I'll owe you big time," you replied. "I'll babysit Jer a hundred times. A thousand times."

"I absolutely refuse to mention this to Bickel," Cat whispered, reminding you she was at work while you were in your living room. "You can talk to him about it yourself, but I will not. Because I value my relationship with my commanding officer."

"I'll take care of Bickel. He loves it when we're ahead of schedule," you replied, biting your lip as you realized you would very much need his permission to push your plan forward. And you weren't sure you could get it.

"Why do you want this so much? And are you coming back to work today? What's going on?"

You took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "Listen, I'll be there tomorrow, okay? And I'll fill you in then. Just...give me until tomorrow. Please, keep working on your code."

Cat groaned so loudly, you had to pull your phone away from your ear. "Fine." Then the call ended, and you ran for your bedroom with your hand holding your belly.

Bradley was already sound asleep, the dark circle under his eye prominent even as his face was half buried in his pillow. His thick arm was flung across the spot where your body belonged, and you could see his fingers twitching along the bedding like he was searching for you. 

Your heart clenched, and you slipped quietly under the covers next to him. "There you are," he grunted, opening one eye as he pulled you closer. "Did you talk to Cat?"

"Yes," you whispered, letting him pull you close so his chest was pressed snug against your back. His warm hand settled on your belly, and his even breathing filled your ear.

"Baby Girl, I can't stay awake," he murmured, kissing the back of your neck. "I need a little nap, then I'll get up with Rose when she cries," he promised.

"I can get up. I'm not that sleepy," you told him, melting in his arms as his fingers circled your belly button. 

"I love you," he rasped, kissing your ear before his soft snores filled the space. 

Your eyes blinked slowly before closing, and you realized you were exhausted, too. The adrenaline that had filled you when you were in Bradley's office was drained now. Your belly was full from lunch, and Bradley was so warm. Even the baby had settled into a gentle squirming pattern like she knew you needed a break.

Sleep took over. You never heard a sound until you jolted awake alone in the dark bedroom with your breasts aching. You needed to feed Rose for some relief, because it had been hours since she'd eaten, so you slipped out of bed. 

Bradley had her tucked in his arm, reading a story about a goose on the couch while Rose poked his mustache. Every other word was punctuated with his laughter, and Rose erupted into giggles.

"How am I supposed to finish the story when you keep distracting me? Now we'll never know if the silly goose finds his friends, and that's your fault, Nugget."

Rose giggled more, and Bradley tossed the book aside to give her kisses while you watched from the end of the hallway. He was the most perfect father, and you should have never doubted him. You wanted to apologize a million more times, but when his eyes met yours, you simply said, "I love you, Roo."

He was on his feet, Rose held against his chest, and then he was smothering you in kisses, too. You couldn't stop laughing as his rough mustache scratched your cheeks while he held you in place with one big hand on your butt.

When he finally stopped, he took you by the hand and said, "Wait until you see this. You're not going to believe it."

"What?" you asked, but he was already setting Rose down on her play mat. As soon as she was on her belly, she popped up to her knees, crawled two feet, and collapsed back onto her belly. "She's crawling!"

"She's crawling!" Bradley shouted. "I took a video of the first time, so you didn't miss it. This was only the second time, I swear. Unless she's been crawling around in her crib."

"She probably has been," you cooed, easing yourself down onto the floor next to her. She promptly started crying hysterically. "She associates you with fun. I think she only associates me with food," you said, pulling your shirt over your head.

"That's not true," Bradley insisted, staring openly at your breasts which were starting to leak. "You're so much more than a perfect rack."

With an eye roll you said, "I guess I should start thinking about what to make for our dinner while she eats." 

Rose latched on while Bradley kissed the top of your head. "I already took care of it."

"You did?"

"Yeah, I reprised one of your mom's crockpot meals. Chicken soup."

You blinked up at him as he stood. "How? We don't have any groceries. I haven't felt like going shopping."

"Rosie and I took care of it. You needed to sleep, so we went to Costco. Did you know they give you twice the number of free samples if you take the cutest baby in the world?"

"Did you wear her in her carrier on your chest?" you asked as he went into the kitchen.

"Yep."

"That'll do it. Makes you look irresistible." Bradley blushed as he took the lid off the soup, and then the smell of dinner hit your nose. "Oh my god, I'm starving."

He started shifting things around on the counter. "I'll bring you a bowl, and it should be cool enough to eat by the time Rose is done."

You watched him work as your daughter got groggy in your arms. Bradley carried two bowls into the living room along with crackers and lemonade. He had dinner set up for both of you by the time Rose's eyes started to close, and that's when you realized just how late it was.

"I think she's ready for bed," you whispered, handing her to Bradley so you could stand.

"Go eat. I'll burp her and change her diaper," he promised, nodding toward the food. 

As soon as his big hand circled her back, you heard her burp. It always took you twice as long. This was also the first night in weeks Bradley was home at this early, and you felt tears prickle your eyes as he walked around singing to Rose about the silly goose and his friends before vanishing into the nursery. It didn't take him long to return empty handed, and when he did, you were crying on the couch.

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Bradley missed this so much. He'd only been home for a handful of nights to get Rose ready for bed recently. Right now he was enjoying her fuzzy hair against his lips as he gently set her down on her changing table. He grabbed a fresh diaper and clean pajamas covered in airplanes while she yawned. 

"Are you too tired to finish the story?" he whispered. "You're going to leave me on a silly goose cliffhanger?"

He swore she nodded. She probably did, she was so fucking smart. She could roll over and crawl, and soon she'd be talking and walking around. 

"Okay," he murmured. "We can finish the book tomorrow."

He flicked on the lullaby machine even though she was already falling asleep in her crib and went in search of his wife and his dinner. But he found you sitting on the couch with tears on your cheeks.

He dropped to his knees in front of you. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," you whispered, shaking your head. "I'm just happy you're home tonight."

Bradley's face fell as you wiped at your tears, guilt filling his body. "I'm so sorry I fucked up so much," he replied, reaching for your hands. "I just wanted to be on top of everything at work, but I should have been here with you."

"It's okay," you sobbed.

"No. It's not. None of this is fair to you, and I'm not even talking about Indigo right now. You need me helping more at home, and I haven't been. I took this new position so I could be here more and be deployed less, but I fucked it up. I'm thinking about asking Mav to pull me."

"No," you gasped, wiggling off the couch and onto his lap. "You can't, Bradley. You're such a good teacher."

He buried his face in your neck and inhaled as he wrapped his arms around you. "I'm a joke. Nobody's taking me seriously. I have a student who convinced herself she could take advantage of me."

You jerked his chin up so he was looking at you. "That's not even true. She admitted she pulled the same shit in the past, and of course she wanted you, too. You're so sexy. But that's her fucking problem at the end of the day, not yours. And I won't let her make it ours."

Bradley closed his eyes as you kissed his nose and his cheeks. "I just want you to be happy," he whispered. "I'll do whatever I can to make my family happy."

When you said, "You already reported her, right?" he nodded. "That makes me happy. And if you come home on time more often, that will make me happy, too."

"What about a vacation?" he asked softly, letting his hand rest on your belly. "Just the four of us? We could go away for our anniversary. Today was so nice, I think we need some more time off together."

You hummed and nodded. "Let me make sure I don't piss Bickel off tomorrow before I agree to that. I don't want to request time off with my tail between my legs."

Bradley raised one eyebrow. "I'm scared to know what you need to talk about that could make him upset."

"The less you know, the better."

Your words didn't calm his nerves, but your kisses did. So did the soup which was the perfect temperature to eat. You even watched an episode of Real Housewives of New Jersey with him before he started cleaning up.

"I can do that," you told him. "I slept all afternoon."

He turned you toward the bedroom and swatted at your butt. "You and Nugget number two were tired. Go relax in bed and start looking at the Halloween costumes I saved in my Amazon cart for Rose." 

Bradley handed you his phone and sent you on your way. He let Tramp outside and loaded the dishwasher before wiping down the counter and packing up the rest of the dinner. When he finally walked into the bedroom, you were topless and giggling.

"We have to get her this costume!" you insisted, holding up his phone, showing him the one that was actually his top choice as well.

"That was my favorite," he grunted, watching your tits bounce as you sat up.

"It's too perfect. I'll order it right now."

Bradley was distracted as he walked around the room, trying to get ready for bed. He brushed his teeth and got undressed, eyes barely able to look anywhere but at your body. This morning, he woke up in the Bronco on the driveway, because you thought there was a chance he was messing around behind your back. He was just happy to put that behind him. He wasn't about to press his luck as he climbed in bed.

"Here you go," you whispered, handing his phone back. He took it and plugged it in to charge overnight, but your breasts brushed his arm. They were heavy and perfect, your nipples big and pert from all the hormones and breast milk. And now he was fully erect as he tried to lay on his back, reaching to turn the lamp off.

"Are you ready for bed? Or do you feel like staying up a little longer?"

Bradley's gaze snapped to your face as his fingers hovered next to the lamp. "I could stay up a little longer," he rasped, keeping his eyes away from your tits which were pressed together as you leaned closer to him. "If you want."

Bradley had barely touched you in weeks which was evidenced by his throbbing cock. You'd seemed tired and distant, all thanks to Indigo, but he didn't put the pieces together at the time. He thought you were worn out from your pregnancy. Right now, he was horny as hell but afraid for you to know where his mind was as he tried to discreetly adjust himself.

He left the lamp on as you curled up snug against his side. "I saw that you started another notebook for the baby," you said, your fingers skimming along your belly, showing off your perfect body.

Bradley grunted. "Each Nugget gets to read my personalized thoughts on parenthood when they're older."

Your lips found his shoulder, and he shivered. "You're a good dad. I'm sorry I doubted you." Bradley closed his eyes as your fingers traced his chest hair down to his abs. It felt like heaven. He wasn't going to make it.

"Why are you topless?" he gasped, tone accusatory. "You've been sleeping in a sports bra with those pad things in them."

"My nursing pads?" you asked, clearly confused. "So I don't leak at night?"

"Yeah. Those things. Why are your tits all over the place right now?"

You looked taken aback as you pulled your hand away from his body and sat up. Bradley groaned, eyes raking all over you as his cock tented the bedding. "I was going to put a bra on before I fall asleep. It just felt nice to take a break for a few minutes. Is it bothering you? I'll put it on now."

You were pouting, and he was sweating as you started to climb out of bed. "Jesus Christ, Sweetheart. Come back," he begged, wrapping his fingers around your wrist. "You look so fucking hot, I can't focus on anything."

"Oh." Your pout turned into softly parted lips that he needed to kiss. So he did. He sat up, letting the bedding fall to his hips as he smashed his lips to yours. Fuck, you felt too good. And then you blindly nudged his cock with your hand. "Oh!"

You pulled away, wide eyed and staring down. "Yeah," he grunted. "But in my defense, you had your tits all over the place. You still do." Then you wrapped your hand around his erection, and Bradley collapsed against his pillow. "We don't have to mess around tonight," he gasped. "It wasn't my intention at all. I just wanted to spend time together."

Your laughter filled his ears, and colors erupted behind his eyelids as you worked your hand down to his balls. "You really never stopped wanting me?"

"I've wanted you nonstop since the moment I first saw you," he whined, and then your lips wrapped around his cock. Bradley's eyes flew open, watching you give him head, but after a minute of pleasure, he was reaching for you. "I won't last another minute."

You pulled him free with a pop. "So?"

Bradley panted. "So, I want to make you feel good, too."

You smirked and licked him from balls to tip. "It makes me feel good knowing you can't stop looking at my body." He forced his gaze from your nipples to your face. "And it will make me feel good to swallow your cum before letting you suck on my tits."

He was going to pass out, he was sure of it. "Okay," he rasped, in no position to argue with you while you were gagging on his cock. 

He had been correct. After another minute, he was grabbing at the bedding, hanging on for dear life. Your tits were bouncing against his inner thighs, and your belly looked gorgeous. Your face was perfect as you looked up at him with your mouth full. This wasn't what he expected, but he wasn't mad about it. He came, barking out your name as you swallowed every drop, licking him clean.

When you eased yourself onto your back, coaxing him closer to your taut nipples, he moaned. He was in heaven with your fingers in his hair, and when he tasted you, he knew he'd never get enough.

He kept you up for another hour, making sure you felt as good as he did.

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You couldn't stop smiling the next morning as Bradley kissed your cheek while you tried to put your contacts in. "Can I have a little space, Roo?" you asked sweetly.

"No," he whispered, crowding in closer. "I can't stop touching you."

He'd done plenty of that last night. You came so hard on his mouth and fingers, you thought you were going to wake Rose up. Turns out Bradley had been missing you while you were trying to block him out to protect yourself. But Indigo was toast. You'd see to that. She had Bradley convinced he was terrible at his job, and that just wouldn't do. Neither would the fact that nobody got to have your husband except you.

"If you let me get ready for work, I'll blow you again tonight."

He took an immediate step away, hands up in surrender. "By all means, have as much space as you need, Sweetheart. I'll get Rose up and let her crawl around with Tramp."

After you brushed your teeth, you went to the closet. The maternity tent taunted you from the back corner, but you decided to squeeze into your regular uniform. "You'll have your day soon enough," you whispered. But your mind was already focused on work.

If Cat stayed late enough to finish the code, then just maybe you could pull this off. Indigo could get her punishment through the Navy, but you wanted to give her a little something special yourself. After all, she knew who you were, but she didn't know you overheard her in Bradley's office.

You were smiling as you strutted through the living room and out the front door. Rose was buckled in and ready to go, and Bradley was waiting in the driver's seat of the red Bronco with his aviators on.

"You look hot," he murmured, reaching to buckle your seatbelt for you after you climbed in. His lips brushed yours making you very aware you'd be late for work if the three of you didn't leave now.

"I told you I'd blow you tonight, not now."

Bradley laughed and started the engine. "That's not what I'm after, and you know it."

After he backed out of the driveway, he reached for your hand. "What are you after?"

"I want to have lunch with you in the cafeteria today."

Your smile grew as Bradley's rough fingers tangled with yours. "That sounds nice. Not sure what time I'll be able to get away though."

"Text me. Whenever you're free, I'll make it work."

"Okay," you whispered, turning to check on Rose. "And we'll leave on time to go home?"

"We'll leave on time to go home," Bradley confirmed.

You almost made another comment about the blowjob, but you knew it wasn't about that. He promised to do better, and you were going to as well. Starting with showing Indigo who's boss on your husband's behalf.

An hour later, your knuckles connected with Bickel's office door. "Come in!"

This was not the time for nerves. You needed to sound confident as hell. "Captain Bickel, Sir, can we talk about one of our projects for a minute?"

"Sure, Lieutenant Commander," he replied, shuffling some things on his desk. "Uh, have a seat."

He was kind and patient, and as soon as you got into it, you weren't nervous at all. "How do you feel about testing our code on some grounded Super Hornets ahead of schedule?" Kicking the project off early could actually be beneficial, and you knew it. It was a pretty easy sell. "It could give us a little more time to work out any kinks before the end of the year."

Bickel leaned back in his seat. "I'm not sure Lieutenant Commander Coleman is finished with the preliminaries."

"Oh, she is," you told him with a smile. "She's way ahead of schedule, because she's brilliant."

He laughed and nodded. "We really do have a great team. Hmmm." His brow furrowed, and he looked through his calendar. "I think this could actually work out well. Starting updates ahead of schedule means we could have the fleet back in the air ahead of schedule. Go ahead and move forward with an aircraft or two."

Your heart was racing. It was the moment of truth. This might not work out at all. "Do I need to choose randomly?"

Bickel shook his head. "Choose whichever you want. But if you ground your own husband, that's on you. I will not bail you out of that argument."

Satisfaction filled your insides as Bickel laughed at his own joke, and a giddy grin spread across your face. "I know just where to start, Sir," you promised, saluting him before running back to the lab with both hands on your belly.

Cat glared at you when you sat on the stool next to her. "I am so tired. Literally and figuratively," she mumbled. "Don't come in here and try to talk to me with your peppy BS. I don't want to hear it."

You laughed merrily and slid her computer away from her.

"Hey!" she complained, reaching for it, but you shook your head.

"We can start testing whenever we want," you said, opening the credentials list of each aviator currently at Top Gun associated with an F/A-18. "And we can choose which aircraft to run the program on first."

You scrolled past BRADSHAW, BRADLEY and FITCH, REUBEN and GARCIA, MICKEY as you made your way through the alphabet. When you got to JEFFRIES, BROOKE, you stopped and smiled. "Bingo."

"Who's Lieutenant Jeffries? And why did you go directly her them?" Cat asked as you casually went back to her lines of code to start double checking everything.

"Oh, she's been trying to fuck Bradley for over a month."

"What?" Cat screeched, jumping out of her seat. "What's going on?!"

You waved your hand dismissively. "She's a young pilot training under him, and apparently she likes getting sexy, older officers to sleep with her. Nothing's going on, much to her displeasure."

"Well of course nothing's going on!" Cat spat. "Hasn't she seen the way your husband looks at you like you're a dessert buffet?" You snorted, but she ripped her computer from your hands. "Give me this," she muttered, pounding away on the keys. A few seconds later, you realized what she was doing, but it was too late.

"Cat, don't!" you gasped. "You put 'check for potential incompetence and/or pilot error' in the notes!"

"So what?" she snarled. "I always do that when I ground an aircraft. It adds a layer of safety."

"I didn't even finish checking your new code to verify we can run the program!"

"It doesn't matter," she added, inching her computer further away from you. "My code is flawless. And this bitch can sit on the ground indefinitely, I don't even care. Don't mess with my friends."

You watched as Cat's index finger slammed into the return key.

"Oh my god," you groaned. "We're logged in under your credentials which means you're the one who will have to do a thorough investigation!"

This would add hours and hours of work to Cat's schedule. You knew it. She knew it, too, but she was rolling her shoulders with a satisfied smirk on her face. "I love investigations. I haven't done one since the summer. And as far as I'm concerned, it's better to be safe than sorry." Her smirk melted into a solemn expression. "I take my job very seriously. You know for a fact I'll do everything by the book."

"What about all the extra hours?" you whispered.

"I don't give a shit. You can help Jake can take care of Jer while I work late. I'll go over Jeffries' aircraft with a fine tooth comb."

When you looked at her, you burst into tears. "Thank you."

"You don't have thank me. It's my pleasure to keep the Pacific Fleet safe from all kinds of threats."

Eventually you texted Bradley when you were done checking Cat's perfect work, letting him know you were ready for lunch. The cafeteria was packed, but you found him standing alone at the end of the line.

"There you are," he murmured, collecting you in his arms and kissing you in front of everyone. "I'm so hungry, I thought I was going to have to start without you." He ushered you into line with a tray and began to pile it with food. "I got an email a few minutes ago letting me know that Indigo will be grounded until further notice starting tomorrow. You know anything about that?"

"I already told you, the less you know, the better. Don't forget to grab the hot sauce."

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I'm afraid Indigo doesn't stand a chance if Cat teams up with BG... I just don't want her anywhere near Bradley. Gonna start wrapping up this series in a few more chapters!

PART 37

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eastside.

PAIRING... agent!riki x agent!reader | GENRE... partners! au, romance, angst, mentions of violent, blood, guns, death implications | WC... 1k | “i’m not doing to die, you idiot.”

it’s pretty simple, really. 

you and your partner were sent out on an undercover mission—as a couple on vacation. you thought that last bit was unnecessary, but for some reason your partner insisted on the cover story. it made it all the more believable. 

whatever, you were used to it. after all, working together for four years made your teamwork and bond the best of the best. it wasn’t everyday that you were assigned to a s-class mission. that is, until your cover was blown. 

luckily, everyone had been evacuated before the resort had gone under fire, leaving you two to deal with the remaining mess.

“when’s backup coming?”

“it’s gonna take at least thirty minutes. we’re not exactly in the most accessible of locations.”  his voice sounds rather exasperated through the earpiece. 

everything seemed clear, it was just up to you two to get out of the place. you duck down, avoiding as much crashing and falling debris as possible. you needed to get to him. stealthily, you’re able to make it to the exit, peeking around the corner to spot your partner. 

right as you’re about to run over, you feel the hairs on your arm rise. quickly, you scan the area, only to spot a flash of movement from above. there was still one straggler remaining. you curse when you notice the gun in his hands.

you were just out of his view, but your partner was in his plain sight. and he was completely oblivious, you knew he looking around for you like always. 

“ki, i need you to fall back.” you try your best to keep your voice steady and calm, although the slight quiver at the end of your words gives you away. 

“what?” he stops in his tracks, glancing around in confusion. 

“do it!” you beg. he falters, having never heard such desperation in your voice. 

“you trust me.” 

it wasn’t a question, but a statement. everything you needed to say, everything he needed to hear, was conveyed in those three words. 

you inhale, rushing into the open area and aiming your gun at the guy. he spots you as soon as ni-ki begins to retreat. 

please, you beg. 

for what exactly, you’re not sure. 

as soon as the shot goes off, ni-ki spots you and rushes to your side. heart pounding, he scans the area. since when was there another guy left? either way, the man is effectively taken out. 

“fifteen more minutes, guys.”

ni-ki could care less. he brushes a few stray hairs off your clean face. 

“y/n, you-“

why are your eyes closed? 

his blood runs cold when he pulls his hands back.

all he sees is red. 

“o-oh god y/n? listen, you’re fine. right? you’re okay.”

ni-ki tightens his hold around your limp body, eyes never leaving the sight of the red continually blooming from your stomach. he keeps pressure on the wound, doing his best not to freak out even more, but when he doesn’t receive any sort of response or reaction, his mouth dries. 

he calls out your name again and again, placing a hand on your face and shaking slightly as if that would immediately wake you up. 

"no, please! you just…you can’t leave me like this-“ his voice cracks. 

your eyes fly open in annoyance. “ni-ki! will you just shut up for a minute? i’m not going to die, you idiot.”

you sigh. you can feel it. 

he’s trembling. even worse, it’s the first time you’ve seen unshed tears in his eyes. 

you place your hand over his on your cheek, squeezing slightly as if to comfort him. that action is enough for you to allow your eyes to flutter shut. 

you felt really, really exhausted. so much to the point where everything seems to fade away, the sound of your partner’s panicked cries and the throbbing pain coming off in waves from your side.  

you put in countless years and years of hard work with no rest or relaxation—all the blood, sweat, and tears—just to get to this point. 

maybe, just for a brief second, you could rest. 

a/n ▸ so like… sorry? hope you enjoy this gift tho lovelies <3

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Accepting grief

paring : Joel miller x reader

Summary: In which reader struggles to accept the loss of Joel, letting grief and trauma take over, desperate to find solace.

warnings: Mentions of blood, Angst, drinking to conceal emotions, PTSD, death, No y/n mentioned, Reader accepts the loss and heartbreak at the end, no description of reader (if anything is missed please let me know and i’ll add it💖)

Word count: 2.3k

A/n: It’s been quite some time since i’ve written something, crazy things in life happened so this may be a little rusty. but enjoy (i cried writing this)

Divider by: @cafekitsune

“Joel!” The loud wind from the snowstorm made it impossible to understand what words were being spoken. The distance is barely visible, huddling to yourself trying to keep some warmth inside your body. You left Jackson twenty minutes ago, with the deep urge to go out and find him.

Thoughts of losing Joel makes your heart race. Both having a somewhat normal life now to experience meant everything to you.

Just ahead you see a cabin almost looking abandoned. Carefully sliding off your horse, grabbing your pistol, and quietly walking around for the back door. Noticing fresh footprints and a cracked door puts your guard up even higher than it was.

The sound of grunts and cries allows your feet to move faster. Approaching the door, leaning against it, listening for anything.

“Please dont do this!” ellie begged. 

Thoughts ran through, body still as a stone statue. Possible outcomes of how to handle the situation ran through your mind. Taking deep breaths in and gripping your gun, you opened the door, shooting anyone you saw standing up.

Aiming for anybody until you were pushed down onto the floor by a man fighting him, desperately trying to get out of his grip, kicking, wiggling, anything to escape the hold. But by the grace of God, you managed to grab a shard of glass, cutting him right through, pushing him off; his blood was now on you.

After looking at the man who just attacked you, your head turned to Joel… just barely missing the sight of the girl.

His face, his body, barely even there. Blood covered every part of his face. You were stuck, unable to move. Breathshivering, stuck. Until suddenly a loud sound happened, breaking you out of the frozen trance. Noticing the girl right before you fall onto the wooden floor.

Blinking, You turned and saw Ellie, gun raised. Watching her go to Joel, crying for him to get up. He never did, and you feel your own heart break into thousands of pieces. It wasn’t until now that your own body broke down. Falling onto your knees, tears flowing down. Nothing could ever prepare you for this.

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It has been weeks since Joel has been gone. Which means you’ve been without him for longer than you ever have been without him. He’s not there when you wake up, he’s not there when you go to bed, and he’s not even there to visit your dreams.

‘Damn you, Joel.’ You thought. ‘you leave me, but can’t even visit me in my sleep.’

Taking a sip of the drink you held didn’t fully give you what you wanted, but it was enough for now. People’s words of sympathy and advice are all you’ve heard the past few days. You knew they were trying to help, but words never bring people back, so you just thank them and walk on off.

Many people were worried about you, though, taking to the bottle more than usual, avoiding them, and staying home. The only place you had never visited, though, was Joel’s grave. It hurt knowing he lays six feet under, looking the same way he looked on the day of. His scars and wounds still on him.

It sickened you never being able to visit him; you wouldn’t see him, only his stone. That’s why you never left to see him on the day of his funeral; you never showed. Never liking the thought of burials and how their lifeless body stayed there forever. Nobody told you how it was; they knew you didn’t wish to know.

Every topic leading to him you avoided like the plague, but the only person you ever spoke about him with was Ellie. Knowing she was just as hurt as you, allowing her to open up to you if needed. But for others, his name never existed. The fear of talking about him allows flashbacks to appear. swarming back, reliving it once more.

You’ve worn some of his clothes for his smell, but not every day due to the fear of it going away so quickly. But right now it’s eleven pm. You planning to head to the bar for a drink and wash the pain and hopefully get a good sleep tonight later on. 

Slipping on your own boots, along with his coat, you begin to make your way to the bar for a drink. The quiet sound of snow crunching beneath your feet along with the wind howling calms you down. Never have felt calm before he passed. Almost like the earth’s way of trying to soothe you and convince you to turn back home. But you never turned back home; you just kept on walking. 

Once you had arrived, you took your place at one of the stools. It was quiet aside from the small chatting from the few left behind. It’s what you needed after everything: nobody telling you they were sorry for your loss and that they were there if you needed anything. It was almost as if it was a script given to everybody for them to rehearse just for your own ears.

Memories fled back to old parties taking place, small and soft ones that were held very dearly in your heart. sharing drinks with Joel and teasing him on how he should join the others for a dance, but of course that always ends with him rejecting the idea. But the most special part of that time was when he agreed, but only if it was with you instead.

Thinking about it, that was the best dance you ever had with him. The way his one hand lay around your waist as the other held your hand, never wanting to leave the moment you felt finally safe here in Jackson with him. Wanting to spend the rest of your entire life with him, perhaps your own family, if not, then you’d possibly own a couple of dogs and cats.

Lost in your own thoughts, a tap brought you back to reality, a reality where Joel no longer existed. Looking back, you noticed one of your friends. Not really a close friend but somebody who can relate to your own pain and suffering, Lily. She too had lost somebody she loved dearly, her husband gone for about four years. She’s never said how he passed, saying it was too brutal.

“Hey, how have you been doing lately?” She asked with sincerity in her face. It felt nice knowing she too understood that hearing words of sympathy over and over can be tiring and that wanting to be asked how you were is something you wanted more.

“Not sure, really. It could be better, though.” It was all truth. You weren’t really sure how you were at this moment, but you know it’s not how you normally feel. All the mental pain that clouds over your body drains everything from you, not being able to stand or even eat at times. It kept eating at you. Nothing could help, not even tears. You refused many times to accept that Joel was gone forever.

Lily just looked at you, examining your body and face, reading you like an open book. She knew what it felt like, and she saw that somebody just like her at one time needed help just like she did. Gently she put her hand over yours, her thumb softly stroking your hand, comforting in a way you thought.

“It’s hard, I understand. You refuse to acknowledge that somebody you love deeply is gone forever, and it ruins you for days, weeks, and years.” Each word Lily spoke was filled with honesty, careful to pick the correct wording but still comforting.

Listening to her words was hard to hear, but by some means, you listened.

“If we continue to ignore what pains us, scares us. It ruins our mentality even more than the actual death, and no matter how hard you try to hide from it, it never goes away.” She was right. You tried to hide away from the facts and fear. But deep down, it was nagging at you constantly. Evening affecting your own dreams.

Taking a sip of the drink you held, you then looked at her, eyes watery, drained, and tired. “So how do I fix what pains me? What do I need to take or do so that I may get rest from this?” The desperate need to get help is what you needed the most. That day is the only memory of him that clouds you endlessly.

“It’s not easy, but you have to face whatever bothers you most. Perhaps something he owned or anything. Confronting it slowly helps you fully grasp and understand that it’s alright to move on.” Those words were all you needed to hear to realize what you had to do. Needing to visit his grave and process he’s no longer on this earth.

“How long do you think it would take for me to accept?” The fear of never accepting the loss laid upon you. Hoping if there is an afterlife, you secretly beg the spirits to help you along.

Lily softly smiled at you. “That is up for you to decide when you’re ready to accept him being gone and let it help you continue growing into somebody better than you were before. Who knows? You may accept it after a few hours or even months.” Her words processed in your brain for a moment before you understood. You realized she was giving advice to you that she was never given back then, hoping to make yours go by quicker and easier.

“I understand. Thank you, Lily. I’ll keep your words in mind and maybe try it out.” With one last sincere smile and hug, you left. It was going on at one in the morning, half of the town away and sleeping safely. While walking, you noticed you were right by the cemetery where he lays. Everything was quiet and still aside from the wind, almost as if it was telling you to enter. Perhaps it was a sign to try it out now?

Perhaps with nobody around and just you in the night and the calm cold, it would help you. As if on cue, your body automatically began its way inside the cemetery. You saw nobody aside from headstones and flowers and letters everywhere. It was almost as if everything left you inside, leaving ultimate peacefulness within you. As if you had just passed on as well.

Even though you weren’t there to see him buried, you knew where he was. You walked right up to read his headstone. “Joel Miller.” Standing there in silence, you just observed, taking in the detail of how the wood was carved. Slowly sitting on your knees, your eyes look at the flowers that lay on his spot. From so many people that may never have known him like you did but still felt the pain just as you, Tommy, and Ellie did.

Not knowing what to do, unsure if you should just look or talk, emotions overwhelming your body, tears begin to flowdown. Not a sobbing cry, a quiet and simple one. “Damn it, Joel, why did you have to try to be a hero and save somebody?” 

Even though you tried to sound angry, you couldn’t help but crack a smile out of it. He always would try to save somebody he never knew, and that’s why you loved him dearly. “You know I’ve been crazy since you’ve been gone, Joel. I’m not really sure how to act without you by my side every day.” It was the truth, hating waking up every day and not seeing him right by you still asleep.

“You go on and die without me and yet can’t even visit my own dreams. What’s up with that, Joel?” A smile still lays upon your face, the wind blowing more, moving the trees. Perhaps it’s a way of him showing you that he is laughing? Whatever sign it is, you’ll take it. Comfort from him in any form possible is what you need the most right now, and you’ll take this one too.

“Joel, you know I miss you dearly and still love you. You were the only person I’d ever want to grow old with and die with.” Silence. Nothing but your own breathing and the wind could be heard, but it was almost like a blessing. Something you’ve never had for a long time. Peace.

Peace at last laid upon you, and it felt like you were being hugged. Maybe this was a way for Joel to let you know that everything would be alright. Perhaps you finally accepted the truth that he would no longer be with you physically but still with you mentally. Cherishing this moment, you closed your eyes, picturing Joel just as he was before he was taken.

You knew now that it was time to accept him being gone, to let his spirit rest so that you both can go different ways in different universes. Before leaving, you left one of your rings that you wore every day; it was one of his favorites. commenting on how he loved how it looked on you. It was time for you to give him something to take with him on his new journey.

Slowly getting up and turning back and making your way home, you felt cleaner, calmer, and at full peace. Perhaps now Joel can be at peace now that you released your own pain. It was time to start anew and join back with others and maybe guide others who had lost someone they loved.

That night as you got ready for bed, getting all comfortable and situated, you enjoyed the feeling of being able to go to sleep like you did before, with no fear, anger, or sadness. Comfort is all you felt, and as you drifted off, you felt like Joel was right with you. And that night you had a dream with him in a beautiful garden, sunny and calming. That’s when you knew. 

You’d finally accepted your own grief.

[imsandra]

The Great War

Pairing: Lucien x Female Reader

Summary: If they survive the great war, will they dare to love each other?

Warning: Angst, tension, death, but nothing graphic. I think that's all, let me know if something is missing.

Word count: 3625

Notes: I hope you enjoy this story about our favorite redhead. As always, feel free to leave your comments, suggestions, everything is welcome as long as it is respectful and with the aim to teach.

English is not my native language, so I apologize for any spelling or grammar issues.

This is an original story, written by me. Please do not copy or plagiarize my work.

I appreciate any comments, reblogs, and likes I receive.

Happy reading!

Master list

“Elain, where is Lucien?” Y/N asked, gasping.

Things had gone wrong; the war was unfolding too close to both women, and their friend had disappeared.

“I don’t know,” she replied, in shock.

Elain had killed the king of Hybern; she still held the Truth-Telling in her delicate, blood-covered hands. She had been very brave to plunge the dagger into his heart. So she thought her favorite redhead would be with her.

The Illyrian scanned the battlefield, straining her vision as much as she could, trying to distinguish among all the heads that made up the war legion led by Cassian.

But that red spark was not among them.

A sense of panic began to engulf her body; her fingers started to go numb, and her breathing quickened.

She heard footsteps approaching, crunching the fallen leaves that covered the forest; she turned too quickly when the noise reached her ears, but disappointment crossed her eyes.

It wasn’t Lucien; it was Nesta.

“Have you seen Lucien?” she asked again, hopefully.

Nesta arrived beside Elain, checking on how her sister was doing.

“No,” she replied coldly. “The last time I saw him, he arrived with the ships. He’s probably among the dead,” she added. She only cared about the well-being of sweet, delicate Elain—only her and her own.

Hearing that, with the breath she had left, she dashed into the center of the battle, praying to the gods that the harsh words of the older Archeron wouldn’t come true.

With her sword in hand and senses alert, she ran and ran, shouting the redhead’s name.

“Lucien! Lucien!” she cried desperately over and over; a knot was beginning to form in her throat.

She killed the enemies who crossed her path, stabbing and pulling the sword out of each body and its clothes, getting more and more covered in blood.

One blow, then two, the steel ringing in her ears. And there was no sign of the fox.

Fatigue was beginning to take over her body, her heart racing. A few meters away, she saw the body of the general, exhausted like everyone around him.

“Cas… Cassian!” she shouted with a hoarse voice.

“Hey! What are you doing here?” he said, surprised to see the healer in such a dangerous place. “Are you crazy?” he yelled, frightened upon seeing her tunic stained with red liquid and the sword in the same state. “You could’ve been killed. You need to go back with the others. This place isn’t safe, and where did you find that?”

“Have you seen Lucien?” she whispered, exhausted, ignoring everything her brother had said.

“Did you hear what I said? You’re going to get a sword through your heart; go back to the healers’ camp right now,” the warrior ordered.

Just then, a man appeared behind the Illyrian, trying to kill him. And as if she were the wind itself, she moved as quickly as the desperation coursing through her veins. With the agility of a hawk, she cut off his head, and the general could only watch in shock.

While her sister had been training for years, he never thought she would possess such skill, let alone put it to the test.

Until now.

“Damn!” he whispered softly to himself. “Who taught you that?” he asked, curious and a touch proud.

“Tell me if you’ve seen Lucien Vanserra,” she insisted to her brother.

“The last time I saw him, he was near the other side of the forest, with Vassa,” he informed her, sweat and dirt covering his face. “And have you seen Azriel?” he questioned.

“I thought he was with you,” she replied.

Now two males were missing.

“Great, we’ll have to search for them among all the bodies,” he said, exhaling and praying not to find them among the lifeless limbs.

Both headed toward the place where they last saw Lucien, hoping to find the Shadow Singer with him.

The line between saving and killing began to blur as the battle continued.

The two moved quickly through the chaos, the sound of clashing swords and screams filling the air. Her heart raced, her eyes frantically scanning the battlefield for any trace of the fox or the Shadow Singer.

In the distance, they saw a red flash among the tangle of warriors, and Y/N immediately recognized Lucien's unmistakable hair.

He stood fighting with a ferocity she had never seen in him before. His movements were precise, lethal, and his skill with the sword was evident as he took down one enemy after another.

The healer felt a mix of relief and awe. She had run through the battlefield, convinced that the redhead was injured or worse. But seeing him in action, fighting with such skill, ignited a new spark of hope within her.

However, not everything was in his favor. Despite his prowess, he was surrounded, outnumbered by several enemy soldiers.

Y/N and Cassian exchanged a quick glance, knowing they had to intervene.

“Cassian, to the left!” she shouted as she charged toward the enemy's right flank, her sword gleaming in the air.

The warrior nodded and moved with the speed of a predator to the other side, attacking the soldiers surrounding Lucien. She arrived just in time to block a strike that would have injured her friend.

Lucien cast her a quick look of acknowledgment, a spark of gratitude in his eyes, but there was no time for words. Together, the three of them fought, forming a small but impenetrable barrier against the enemies.

After a series of deadly blows, the enemies began to retreat, leaving them standing, breathing heavily amid the chaos. The fox lowered his sword, his face covered in sweat and dirt but unscathed.

“Y/N…” he began, his voice hoarse from exertion.

She looked at him, her eyes filled with a mix of relief and anger.

“I was about to lose my mind looking for you!” she exclaimed, though the relief in her voice was undeniable.

Lucien felt the tension in his battle-worn muscles ease at her words.

He took a step closer, closing the space between them, and wrapped her in a firm, swift embrace filled with intensity. It wasn’t the gesture of a friend or someone merely grateful. It was something deeper, something that had been silent for too long.

When they pulled apart, his hands lingered on her waist for a second longer, as if he didn’t want to let her go so quickly.

Cassian also chimed in, a crooked smile on his face.

“Well, now that the fox is safe, has anyone seen Azriel?”

The general had already begun scanning the area, as if expecting to spot his winged brother in some corner of the battlefield.

“He can’t be far,” he murmured, a mix of hope and urgency in his voice.

Lucien was alert too, his gaze focused on the chaos around them.

“The last time I saw him, he was facing a group of soldiers near the river,” he added, wiping the blood from his sword into the fabric of his pants.

They barely had time to recover before the weight of worry for Azriel hit them again.

Without a second thought, Y/N began to move in that direction, her heart pounding in her ears. The ground was littered with bodies, both allies and enemies alike, making every step more difficult.

The sounds of combat still echoed; as they approached the area Lucien had mentioned, they found remnants of a fierce battle. The marks on the ground and the fallen bodies made it clear that a strong fight had taken place there.

Then, Y/N spotted one of the daggers from the Master of Spies, embedded in a soldier’s chest.

“This is Az’s,” she announced softly, picking up the bloodied weapon.

The two males quickly moved closer. The trail of blood continued, leading toward the thick underbrush near the river. They began to follow it, their hearts filled with fear for what they might find.

Among the trees, she distinguished a fallen figure among the branches and leaves.

“Azriel!” she shouted, running toward him.

The Illyrian lay on the ground, his wings spread out with a deep wound in his side. His breathing was irregular, but he was conscious. Around him, several fallen bodies indicated that he had fought to his last breath.

With evident effort, he tried to sit up upon seeing his friend approach.

“No… I’m…” he tried to say, his voice barely a whisper.

The healer fell to her knees beside him, her trembling hands assessing the severity of the wound. Lucien and Cassian arrived a moment later, watching with concern.

“Stay with us,” she murmured, trying to contain the wave of relief she felt at finding him alive.

“Y/N,” Cassian interjected, looking around, alert for more enemies.

She began to work immediately at the urgency in her brother’s voice. Her healing magic started to flow from her hands into Azriel’s body, but it wasn’t easy. The wound was deep, and while the magic could stop the bleeding, the Shadow Singer needed more time to heal completely.

Azriel looked at her with those eyes full of gratitude, though he could barely speak.

“It’s… nothing. Just… another wound,” he said with a weak smile.

Cassian and Lucien had kept watch around them, protecting them while Y/N worked. At that moment, there was only one thing on her mind: keeping Azriel alive.

“He’s stable,” she announced, her hands stained with her friend’s blood. “We need to move; we can’t stay here any longer.”

Lucien stepped closer to Y/N and helped her up. Meanwhile, Cassian moved closer to his brother.

“You did well,” he whispered to her.

She relaxed her shoulders, if only for a moment. Her body was growing weary. They needed to reach the healer camp soon.

He prepared to help the general move the Master of Spies. The four of them headed toward the camp.

Along the way, they dispatched more soldiers, the three of them taking turns to protect Azriel. The war lord had his brother’s arm around his neck, while his sister and the male who would soon become his brother-in-law— or so he hoped—fought against every enemy. The two moved in perfect sync, a well-executed dance.

They were only a few meters away; soon they stopped when the sound of clashing steel and the cries of the wounded began to fade.

The echo of war drums, which had resonated loudly across the battlefield, slowly quieted into a distant murmur.

In the distance, the remaining enemy forces retreated. Victory was theirs, but there was no celebration on the faces of the survivors, only exhaustion and pain. The silence that followed was deafening.

After so many hours of chaos, the calm felt surreal.

Cassian, still breathing heavily, raised his sword in a sign of triumph, though his eyes filled with sadness at the sight of his army's losses. The remaining Illyrian warriors raised their fists in the air.

The end had come, but at a cost that would resonate within them for a long time.

Y/N looked around, searching for her friends. In the distance, she saw Feyre embracing Rhysand; her gaze located Mor not far away, Amren, and the rest of the High Lords.

“It’s over,” she murmured, almost in disbelief. The words felt strange on her lips, as if the idea of peace were foreign after so long of fighting.

“Yes, we did it,” Cassian said, his voice deep but tinged with relief. However, there was no smile on his face, only a glance toward the fallen, those who would not see the end of the war.

The air smelled of ash and blood. The rays of the sun began to break over the horizon, bathing the battlefield in a golden light, as if the world wanted to forget the darkness it had just witnessed.

With one last look at the field, the general gestured to the few remaining warriors, ordering them to return to camp.

The group began to walk back as well, helping Azriel to stay upright.

The three entered the tent that the Master of Spies occupied; Cassian carefully placed Azriel on the makeshift bed.

The healer searched for some water to bring down his fever. The effort her friend had put forth during the journey was taking its toll on his body. She placed a cloth on his forehead and let him rest.

“I’ll go attend to the other wounded,” she told the general, leaving some tea on the table. “When he wakes up, make sure he drinks it. I’ll be nearby.”

“Your father would be proud of you,” he suddenly said, his gaze fixed on his brother’s body.

Her heart began to race. It had been a long time since anyone had mentioned her father. Her father, who had given his life for her; she couldn’t remember anything about him. He had left centuries ago.

Lucien felt the tension in the air, so he quietly slipped out of the tent.

“And Mom would be proud of you,” he replied; her eyes met her brother’s.

Cassian approached her and wrapped his arms around her. His heart raced with fear at having seen Y/N with a sword in hand and blood staining her clothes. He hugged her tighter, and she returned his affection.

“Next time, let me know you’ll be with us. I almost went to the Mother when I saw you running to your lover. Very romantic,” he whispered in her ear, his voice breaking, and kissed her forehead.

No matter what, she was his little sister. The one he had watched grow up and had tucked in a few times; he would always protect her.

Her cheeks flushed; she was sure he would never stop teasing her about it.

“Enough! I have to go; take care of Az.” A smile spread across her face.

The general only chuckled, a low laugh. A sign that things would get better soon.

Lucien had settled under a tree near the camp where Y/N was working. He watched her move skillfully among the bodies, just as she had on the battlefield. He hadn’t seen her wield a weapon in years.

And when he saw her saving a life, his mind flooded with the first time he met her; she had pointed a dagger at his throat, and today, she had thrust a sword into someone else's throat.

For him.

The fact that she, so strong and brave, had traversed the chaos of the battlefield with him in mind left him momentarily bewildered. A mix of warmth and vulnerability settled in his chest.

It was different from what he had felt with Elain. With her, there was an inevitable, mystical connection dictated by the bond. But this, what he shared with Y/N, felt real. Human.

It wasn't based on ancient magic or a predestined tie, but on something more tangible, more painfully beautiful. For a moment, he wondered if he deserved that concern, but seeing her face, he knew it didn’t matter.

She had done it. And that changed everything.

The female smiled at him from afar. He could see her eyes shining with adoration when he returned the gesture.

His heart raced with the intensity of an electric jolt; he felt his cheeks heat up, and his soul flooded with warmth as she approached. For the first time in his life, he felt very nervous. The palms of his hands began to sweat, and his breath quickened; that was the effect she had on him.

“How are you?” she asked; he didn’t know what to say. Lucien’s mind was occupied memorizing her face—her eyes, her lips, the shape of her nose, every detail he could absorb from her.

“I’m fine,” she said, laughing at seeing her redhead distracted.

No one could lie to Lucien Vanserra; he could see through her that she was tired, exhausted. Even though she smiled, he knew her perfectly.

The redhead stepped closer and embraced her. Y/N leaned against his toned body and sighed. They both needed that, to be in each other’s arms.

He held her while stroking her back slowly and soothingly. He inhaled her scent. Despite the blood, mud, and sweat, Lucien felt at home.

He had grown accustomed to being the outcast, and he had finally found his home.

She was his home.

She always had been, and it was time to accept it.

With a gentle motion, he pulled her away from his body; he held her face in his hands, stroking her cheeks.

She focused her gaze on Lucien's eyes, a beautiful golden color and another mechanical reddish hue, so lovely. In her eyes, he had always been beautiful; she could spend hours admiring his beauty. Perhaps a whole lifetime if they were allowed.

But maybe that would never happen. The mere thought made her chest ache.

Lucien kissed her forehead, and instinctively she closed her eyes. The redhead moved and leaned against the tree, making space between his legs and gesturing for her to sit. Y/N's back met Lucien's warm chest, and a sigh escaped her lips.

Their breaths intertwined as he pulled her closer with his strong arms.

“One of the wounded didn’t make it,” she whispered, his voice breaking, “and his wife will be waiting for him to come home…”

The dam broke, and the weight of guilt settled in the air. Tears flowed freely, and Lucien wiped each one away, holding her close and sharing her pain; his Y/N had been so brave. And he could never blame her for that.

“You did the best you could,” he murmured, kissing the crown of her head. “My beautiful and brave Y/N.”

She turned; her gaze roamed his face, and she could see his eyes shining with deep affection. Y/N leaned in, their foreheads touching, debating whether to cross the line.

Lucien placed his hand on the woman’s neck, tangling his fingers in her silky hair. Closer and closer, their lips brushed together, and he couldn’t resist any longer. He gently drew her in, giving her the chance to pull away; but she closed the space, and their lips met in a kiss filled with all the affection they held.

They separated, breathing heavily.

Lucien kissed her nose, and she embraced him, burying her head in his neck.

“I would run into every necessary war just to be in your arms,” her voice muffled against the redhead’s shirt. “I will always find you.”

The redhead's heart stopped for a second upon hearing those words. He felt the intensity of the moment, the warmth of the healer's body enveloping him like the only thing keeping him standing after the battle.

He slowly released the embrace; but without stepping away, their chests were still pressed together. He gently stroked her hair and tucked a strand behind her ear. He softly traced the base of her neck until his hand rested on her cheek.

He looked at her, and the world made sense again.

“I love you, Y/N,” he said quietly, his gaze deep and warm. “I don’t know how to make grand promises or beautiful speeches, but… Every time I close my eyes, it’s your face I see. Every time I think about what I want… it’s always to be with you.”

He paused for a moment, as if the words were a weight he had finally decided to bear.

“You’re the reason I keep going,” he added, his voice soft yet firm. “And I don’t care if the world changes or if everything collapses around us. My heart will always find its way back to you.”

Y/N’s pulse quickened. She felt the heat of his body, the way his words wrapped around her like a dangerous promise, impossible to ignore. Lucien's eyes, the golden and the metallic, looked at her with an intensity that made her hold her breath.

“But… Elain. She’s your mate,” she interjected.

“She’ll be fine.”

He knew that Elain and Azriel spent too much time together, and she would be okay in the arms of the Master of Spies.

“And you, will you be okay?” she asked curiously, wishing for him to stay with her.

Lucien chuckled softly, the sound echoing in the woman’s chest.

“My soul is right where it wants to be, by your side, darling,” he said. He gently drew her in, and their lips met in a sweet kiss.

In the air vibrated a promise: together, they would face every battle to come. They would make the world burn for each other to be together again.

At the entrance of Azriel's tent, the general saw how two of the most important people in his life were with the ones they belonged to. 

The seer was stroking Azriel's hair, and the fox was smiling at Y/N as if she brought forth the sun each morning.

The sunset gave way to night, and Cassian knew that tomorrow would be a better day.

*divider by @tsunami-of-tears , thank you <33

A/N: A/N: It took me a while to write this one shot, it may not even be perfect and it may have some spelling mistakes, but I didn't want to waste any more time lol. You can always tell me what you think about this. I hope you liked it. I love you guys.

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The Siren, The Cook, The Sister (14)

Sanji x PirateHunter!Fem Reader (Masterlist) Chapter 14: Mask or Muzzle? (Previous) (Next) Summary: Sanji finds you spiraling after your loss. Warnings: Angst, WCI Spoilers

The Straw Hats sat in the living room, opting for a much comfier place to wait in. It’s been an hour since you left with your sister and there hadn’t been any updates. Luffy even tried heading to the hospital, but Zoro advised him against it, believing that you and your sister needed space to work things out. 

The room was tense. Everyone sat in silence as all energy to socialize left their bodies. Although Robin’s knowledge provided some answers, it didn’t answer the most important one: what was going to happen to your relationship with your sister? 

Out of everyone, Sanji was the worst off. He stood outside right by the door, smoking a cigarette. He never asked you if he could smoke inside and not wanting to cause you further problems, he decided against it. With each swig of his cigarette, Sanji tried to exhale his negative thoughts. Despite everyone’s reassurance, Sanji couldn’t help but feel guilty. He vowed to never hurt a woman and here he was, regularly, hurting you. 

“What’s wrong, Chopper?” he heard Zoro ask the young doctor. He peered inside and saw Chopper’s ears twitch with eyes wide with worry. 

Chopper turned to Sanji and uttered, “I don’t think she’s okay.”

— — — 

You didn’t think it was possible to feel this much pain. 

How? Why? Please, oh gods, please don’t do this to me. She’s all I have. 

You were positive your heart was going to explode. How could you let this happen? The doctors kept talking, mentioning something about a mistake in billing and subsequently more berries, but you couldn't understand anything. Everything was ringing.

Unable to take it anymore, you commanded silence in the area. Everything was just too loud. The doctors, the machines, your thoughts, everything.

Completely running on auto-pilot, you left the hospital. Fresh air… that’s what I need, fresh hair will fix this. Stepping outside, you took off your mask and breathed. 

In. And out. In. And out. In. And —

“Oh gods!”

— — — 

Sanji practically flew towards the hospital. As he got closer, a distinct screeching could be heard. Sanji wasn't stupid. He knew that it was likely you. But with the way the screeching emitted complete pain and misery, he prayed it wasn't yours.

He wasn't the only one assuming the worst as Zoro and Luffy trailed right behind him.

Sanji was the first to reach the hospital. He was horrified by what he saw. The hospital and surrounding buildings were falling apart, chunks falling to the floor. Screams of fear and scurrying steps accompanied the screeching as the local residents ran for their lives. In the middle of the chaotic scene was you, on your knees, crying out in pain.

"PLEASE! ANYONE BUT HER! PLEASE," he heard you scream. He's never heard anyone ever emulate so much pain before. By your broken state, he knew what happened. He tried calling out to you, but it was no use. You were lost in your grief.

Luffy and Zoro quickly arrived and were also stunned by the scene. For the young captain, the scene was awfully familiar. Zoro tried running towards you, but you shifted, aiming your scream at the swordsman. He quickly dodged it and retuned to his crew mates' sides.

"What do we do? If we don't stop her, the entire town is done for," yelled Zoro over your cries.

Sanji felt helpless. He always had a plan, but as he saw your broken form, he found himself unable to think. (Y/N), I'm so sorry.

"Sanji." Luffy steadied his hat, his face completely serious. Looking directly at you, he commanded, "grab her mask while Zoro and I help out the townsfolk." With that, Luffy and Zoro ran off without giving the cook a chance to retaliate.

Sanji scanned the area and saw your mask laying by the hospital's entrance. Sanji's heart sank as he knew what he had to do. Once again, he had to be a Vinsmoke.

With a heavy but determined heart, he ran towards your mask. As he passed you, he noticed the steady stream of tears pouring down your face, the heavy heaving in your chest, and the devastated look in your eyes. Before, seeing your face as you would take off your mask in front of the crew would bring great joy to the cook's heart. Now, it just broke it instead.

He reached your mask in no time. As he held the metal piece, he noticed how cold it was. Do you really wear this all of the time? For the sake of others? The realization only broke his heart more. He faced your direction once more, unsure if he could muzzle you.

"SANJI!" yelled Zoro. Sanji looked over to see Zoro slicing and Luffy punching debris valiantly. They both shot him a knowing look. Sanji tightened his grip on your mask. At this moment, Sanji wasn't a Vinsmoke, but a Strawhat pirate.

He ran straight at you. You turned again, aiming your scream at the cook. He weaved past it and moved right behind you. He wrapped his arms around you and gently put your mask on. As it clicked on, you slowly crumbled in his arms, chest still heaving. Sanji held you close, scared that if he let you go, you would completely disappear.

"Please, please, take me instead, please," you continued to beg. Sanji just rocked you back and forth, begging for you to calm down. As Zoro and Luffy ran to the cook's side, you went limp in his arms. Mumbled pleads continued to escape your mouth.

The three Strawhats remained still, unsure of what to do now with the sister with no sister.

Word Count: 946

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Author's Notes: Sorry for the short chapter. I had a really hard time writing more just because I feel like the picture is there you know. I hate being wordy and I felt like if I added anything else, it would just end up being wordy and repetitive.

Also, just wondering, do y'all like the way I format my fics? Does it make reading the series and all easier? Do let me know!

[blingblong55]

Just a bet - Philip Graves

This is the alternative ending to Part 2 (Part 1 is here)

Based on a request:

Based on a request: Can I make a request, please of a heartbreaker Graves x Naive/Innocent Fem!reader? (Am in need some feelings hurt to feel something) Prompts; - reader is a general’s daughter, whilst grave is an ambitious soldier who aimed to be a captain (or somewhere along the lines) - There were bets of who can f-ck the general’s daughter happening behind the scene among the soldiers, and Grave decided to join in - Unfortunately reader, fell in love with grave. Found out it just a bet, felt betrayed and heartbroken. I hope this is okay with you, also it's okay if you don’t want to do it 🫶🏻🫶🏻 tqsm!

F!Reader, angst, implied sexual relation

A/N: All too well (10min. version (Taylor version)) - Taylor Swift and you'll see where I got my inspiration.

There you stood in an empty hallway before reaching the mess hall, heartbroken and all hope lost.

It pained you to know that he didn't want you for your way of thinking or who you are as a person but for a stupid bet, loose change for some and a dick move from him. You walked away, the hoodie he had given you last night in your hand. You drop it and continue walking away.

What went so wrong last night that he just hurt you this way?

--

You, out in the cold of the night as you wait for your dad to get off work. You were in your civilian clothes, ready to just head home and sleep. "It's cold, don't y'think?" Graves walked up to you, hands in his pocket. "Yeah, little cold," you respond.

"Dad almost out?" he asks, standing next to you. "Yeah, he should be out soon." He noticed you had chills from the cold wind, "Here, take my hoodie." He removes it and hands it to you. "Thanks," you put it on and smile at him. "No problem."

As you waited for your dad, you and him talked. It was strange, to see him like this. When no one was around, he was so soft and sweet, and always knew what to say to make you blush. To be honest? He enjoyed that time with you, made him feel more human than a soldier like he could ever feel.

--

As Graves went back out from his lunch with the guys, he noticed his hoodie was on the floor, the same one he lent you last night. "Fuck." He whispers and picks it up. Smells like you and him. You probably heard it all.

"Have you seen R/N?" He asked almost all the soldiers near him. All either asking him if he was going for 'round 2' or if your dad was okay. Once he saw you walk into the women's bathroom, he understood that he just had to give you space. For 20 minutes he waited outside, not letting the other female soldiers in, 'maintenance' was his excuse. You cried, washed your face and walked back out, pretending you weren't just crying over him.

"R/N?" His voice was soft, full of regret and some hope. "Leave me alone." You began to walk towards your dad's office, your excuse was 'Mum will need me for dinner and I have to go now.'

"It wasn't just a bet, R/N. You have to let me explain." He was desperate, that is for sure. You continued walking and he kept up with your pace. Once he knew no one was around, he pulled your arm so you could stop walking. "You don't get it, okay? I like you, I really do and those guys-"

"You used me for a stupid bet, Graves! Who does that?" You interrupt his lame excuse. "Please, hun. I care so much for you- I was just playing pretend with them. If they know I have a soft spot, someone that makes me happy, excited and so damn cheesy they'd make fun of me."

"Are you embarrassed by me?"

"No, no no no...I'm actually proud you chose me. You are this smart, skilled, so funny and beautiful girl and I...I don't know why I took the bet, I really don't." He sighs, his head hands low until he looks at you.

"You are my weakness and if this got out, gosh hun I...they would hurt you, people that hate me would hurt you. Can't you see I'm dying here for you to understand?" So desperate but full of truth.

Your eyes are teary once more. "Why did you take that bet?"

"Because I am a dick. A selfless man at first but then I got to know you, how I began to understand who you are as a person, this amazing soul and the girl I seriously want to date and live my life with."

All the nights when he and your dad would talk and laugh at stupid jokes. How he sat in the armchair and your dad next to him in his. Impressing him, making plans so you and him would spend Christmas with your family. The wink or look he would give you when he sipped coffee.

"I mean it, what I said that night as you trusted me with your body. How I worship you, the way I kissed your body, how good it felt to be held by you as I made you mine over and over. Don't you remember? Our bodies radiating the love we felt, please hun, just please listen to me. It was not just a bet for me, it was and is the best moment of my life." He got closer, hands holding yours. "Please give me a chance to prove I love you."

Three words that to this day, as you walk down the aisle to him hold onto. And he did prove it, ever since then he has proved how much he loves you. Not everything was dead like he thought because not everything was a bet.

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[stephaniebrownslover]

HIII WELCOME MEE

FIRST I WANT TO SAY I REALLY LOVE YOUR WRITING STYLE. YOU'RE ONE OF MY FAVORITE CP WRITERS IN TUMBLR (Seriously, no joking)

Can you please write Kate x Nina's relationship for your main AU?

(Also it's one of my fav ship, I wanted to read my fav ships hcs by my fav writers)

I WAS ALMOST FORGET, HAVE A GOOD DAY/NİGHT :3

HIIIIIII AGAIN LOVELY PERSON!!!!

Bro. Bro stop saying things like this because I'm literally about to cry. THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU SO MUCH

I really love and be surprised when people like my writing because of my self-esteem issues lol you have no idea how your kind words make me so happy and and make hate less from my writing style so thank youuuuuuu

I appericate you so much and and you're so sweet and nice and cool and awesome and cool and kind and sweet and and and

Okay I think I'll have an heart attack sorry if İ bothered you but I'm truly so grateful for your kind words<3333

I love NinaKate so much so of course I can do it for you even if I'm dying lol

(Ps: it wasn't seasonal allergies, turns out, it was the beginnig stage of pneumonia and bronchitis lol)

Also you can check this non-canon NinaKate headcanon post I made some time ago too!!

Okay but I can't get over how nice the words you say, really, I'm thinking about it since I saw the ask.

Sorry it's more like how they became friends and Nina and Kate lore but it would be so long that I had to split it into 2 parts. Hope you don't mind.

HAVE A GOOD NIGHT AND DAY TOO!!!!

Holy shit it's angst, I really didn't mean to...

NinaKate Romantic Relationship For My Main AU-Part I

Seeing each other for the first time

Nina has been known among the proxies since the night when Zalgo controlled her at the age of 15 and helped her find Jeff. Slenderman didn't want to take her with him because he didn't see any benefit to himself since Zalgo had reached out to her first, but he hadn't given the order to kill her yet just because he was curious about what would happen.

Nina was unaware that it was a ritual to summon Zalgo when she practiced one of the love spells she found on the Internet at the age of 13. Zalgo, seeing potential in her because of her obsessive love, followed her for 2 years, did not leave her alone. And since he decided it was the perfect time to take her with him, he took control of her body at the age of 15 and had her kill her own family.

Regaining control while plunging a knife into the heart of her younger brother Chris, Nina then felt so bad that she ran to the woods near her home. Zalgo led Nina through the forest, aiming to convince her that all this was Slenderman's and Jeff's fault and get her to the stage of wanting revenge. There she met Jeff, but Zalgo's plan backfired, as she hugged him and cried instead of hating him as he expected.

Kate had never seen the newcoming stray killer that Slenderman wanted to get rid of face to face before, but she had heard about the descriptions of her appearance and that she was a weird person in general. Since she was already someone who had been drifted away from humanity for a while, she had no reason to meet her, and these rumors didn't help either.

Kate, who was only 16 years old, had been a proxy for two years and had no one because of the fact that Masky and Hoodie were too focused on their own worlds and she didn't like them either. Rouge, Cody and Toby were not yet a proxy. So she was alone with Hoodie and Masky, who didn't even want to talk to her because they were afraid of her, and she wasn't looking for any human relationship.

She had experienced a hellish life until she was 14, but since she became a proxy, she has literally not been a human being. Although she had all the necessary human characteristics, she was not treated as a human, she did not think like a human, she did not feel like a human. That's why she was Slenderman's favorite proxy, since the whole purpose of her living was to fulfill his duties. The fact that she unconditionally accomplished everything he said made the others even more distant from her, but there was no problem for Kate. After all, she was no longer a human being.

It's been a month since Nina started staying in the same cabin with Jeff. Actually, she could have gone back to her old life since Zalgo destroyed the traces of that night, but Nina didn't know about it yet. Since no one else was trying to communicate with her, she thought that Jeff was the only important thing in her life, and she was holding on to him with all her strength. Although Jeff felt sorry for her at first, they started arguing because he was getting overwhelmed by her sticky attitude.

One day, when Jeff was drunk and really hurt Nina's feelings, Nina ran away deep into the forest to calm down. After walking for a while, she realized that she had lost. Moreover, this time, since both sides considered Nina worthless, there was no one to guide her through the forest. Nina was completely lost. She crossed to the foot towards a tree and let the tears flow, which she could no longer hold back. She was crying not only for this moment, but for everything. Most of all, because she was a bad person, and the fact she deserved all this.

Kate was returning from a mission. She was incredibly injured, and if people really cared about her, they wouldn't have let her walk on her own. Actually, Hoodie, with whom she had gone on, had offered to help her, but Kate's snarling with hatred indicated that she had responded negatively to his offer, and Hoodie's fear of Kate had caused him not to insist any further. After all, Kate knew that no one really wanted to deal with a non-human proxy who was at the age of 16.

That's why Kate was staggering through the forest alone, trying to ignore the pain and depth of her wounds. She just needed to get to Jack's cabin. Ann had just arrived, and Kate still didn't trust her. She had many reasons not to trust a zombie. Smiley hadn't started working for Slenderman yet either. So Jack was the only one Kate could go to, and despite her bleeding wounds, she was trying to get there as quickly as possible.

Kate, who was trying to walk, heard a crying sound. It... it was a human cry. She didn't know what she had to do. She kept walking, thinking that she didn't need to do anything because she knew she wasn't a human. But there was something in that crying sound which bothered her. This stranger's voice was filled with more pain and anger than she had ever heard before. Although Kate was not ready to face an enemy, she decided to check the source of the sound.

The person crying was none other than Nina, whose name was mentioned only with hatred and contempt.

Their first real meeting

Kate watched Nina for a while without making a sound. She did not know why she was crying, and frankly she had wondered what made her so sad. Because as far as she heard from others, Nina was a person who was cheerful enough to annoy and never got upset. And obviously, Kate was surprised to encounter a sight that was the opposite of the rumors she had heard.

Just when Kate decided she had watched enough crying and was getting ready to leave, Nina, who heard the sounds Kate was making, shouted in that direction. Kate would never normally have made such a fatal mistake, her injuries had made it difficult to control her body and she hated it. She hated being weak.

When Nina screamed again, Kate knew she had to do something. Her first thought was to quietly leave the environment, but she was not in a good enough condition to do so, and Nina was not an enemy. So, Kate thought it would be enough for her to just say hello and introduce herself.

When she appeared, Nina tried to suppress her sobs and stand up, but she fell to the ground since she sprained her leg. While Kate was only frowning at this situation, Nina was thinking about how useless and incompetent she was, which is why her crying became more intense.

Not knowing what to do, Kate slowly went up to her and held out her hand to her. On her first attempt, she had pulled her hand out regretfully before she even reached the halfway point, but when she saw how upset Nina was, she tried to overcome her hesitation. Kate was sure that she had been disturbed by the sound of her crying, and that she had been so kind as to make her cease her voice. However, in reality, it was just a proof that her humanity had not completely died.

Although Nina wanted to hold her hand, she suddenly saw how badly Kate was injured, and Nina immediatly pulled the hand she was holding out to hold Kate's and took support from the tree. She then stated that she did this because she did not want to hurt her any more, but was grateful for the offer of help.

Then nervously asked if Kate, who she knew was not the enemy, could take her back to Jeff's cabin after someone checked Kate. Nina didn't know where she was supposed to go, but she was sure that the person in front of her knew. She had seen the proxy mark on her wrist from her torn clothing.

Kate only responded with a shrug and started walking slowly. Nina also went after her, hoping that this was a signal for her to follow the proxy. Along the way, although Kate occasionally looked at Nina, Nina didn't mind it. Nina had noticed that she was an observant person, and she even thought it was cute.

After a walk, they arrived at Jack's cabin, where Nina randomly asked Kate questions to distract her own mind from sad topics, and Kate sometimes gave audible answers, while most of them were in body language.

Kate knocked on the door and asked Jack if he could take a look at her wounds. When Jack called her in, Nina was standing in front of the door because she didn't recognize him. But later, when she saw Kate making a movement signaling for her to come inside, she entered the cabin and closed the door.

After first Kate's wounds were taken care of, and then her own leg, Jack insisted they should stay here. He said it was too late even for a proxy and the killer to be roaming the forest, and explained that he had enough places. He also mentioned that Kate wouldn't need to come all that distance for her check-up the next morning.

Nina, who heard the word , only burst into sobs. Killer. That's how people must have see her now. As someone who takes lifes of innocent people for no reason. She knew that her idol was a murderer, but she had convinced herself that his victims were for a purpose. That's why she hated herself while glorifying Jeff in her eyes.

While Jack was trying to calm her down, Kate also bizarrely asked why she was crying. Nina was angry at being asked so clearly, so she yelled and told what had happened to her. She said how she had a wonderful family, but now they're nine floors underground because of her own stupidity. And what a terrible big sister she was.

While Jack was patting her on the back just to calm her down, Kate said it wasn't her fault. She even tried to explain that she was aware of what Zalgo had done, and that Nina was considered lucky to have survived with this much, as Kate was someone who had seen even worse.

Nina, on the other hand, was only more annoyed and asked how she was considered lucky. Her life was completely ruined, she had nowhere or no one to go to. Then Kate told her that the cops weren't after her, that she didn't have to live this life like herself. She sat down next to Nina and controlled herself, even though she wanted to put her hand on Nina's back.

Nina was surprised now. She asked Kate about her own story. Nina wanted her to tell her why Kate was here, why she was a proxy. And Kate just paused.

She said she didn't remember.

She mentioned that she had no memories of before the age of 14. Hearing this, Nina felt an incredible sense of pity for the young proxy standing in front of her. Nina may have had bad memories, but at least she had good ones too. She thought what a terrible thing it was to not know who she was. Not being aware of the existence of anyone who loves her. Not having a real life.

And quite instinctively she took hold of Kate's bony hands, which were like ice.

Kate didn't know what to do. She reflexively withdrew her hand, but she also knew that Nina had not done it for any malicious purpose, and her apology was a proof of this. Then Kate said it was okay for her to hold her hand and placed it back on her own lap. Nina grasped her hands tightly once again.

She told Kate that not having a past did not pose any problems. And Nina even got a little overexcited and said that if she wanted, they could build a future together as friends.

Kate, on the other hand, was literally shocked. While Kate was content with just nodding, Nina excitedly let go of Kate's hands and clapped her owns in the air. This was how their friendship, which was quite meaningful for both, began.

The beginning of their friendship

That night they stayed in the beds that Jack had made for them. Nina was acting incredibly protective of Kate's injuries, and Kate felt that day for the first time in years that she was worthy of being cared for as a person. Of course, this feeling was not long-lasting, but it was enough to create an involuntary smile on her lips. And that was enough for Kate for now.

Nina was constantly jumping from topic to topic while talking, occasionally not neglecting to ask Kate questions about her own thoughts. Nina realized that she was someone who didn't like to talk too much, and she didn't see extra talking as a problem because she knew that Kate was really listening her. 

Kate, on the other hand, was starting to feel more and more comfortable answering Nina's questions. Maybe this could have been due to her slowly creeping sleep, which came under the influence of medications. After saying goodnight, she finished talking. However, realizing that Nina may have thought that Kate was bored with herself, she offered that Nina could come to the proxy cabin for a few hours tomorrow if she wanted.

Nina instantly accepted this with the joy of having found a new friend. Although she was physically hurt while sleeping that night, she was emotionally relieved. A voice inside her was saying that they would both be good for each other.

Kate kept her promise. After the necessary check-up the next day, they set off for the proxy cabin. Nina was upset that Jeff hadn't called her even though she'd been away all night, but she didn't care about it as much as she usually did. Because she was no longer alone, she had a friend.

It was good for them that there was no one in the cabin. Both Kate didn't want to deal with others, and Nina wasn't ready to meet someone else yet. For a while they just hung out doing nothing and just chatted.

Kate then timidly asked Nina if she liked to play video games. Nina mentioned that she sucked at games and explained that's why she only watched other people play. Kate, on the other hand, in an even more shy manner, said that Nina could watch herself if she wanted to.

They played games for hours that day. They did not stop playing until nightfall came. And then Kate offered to take Nina to Jeff's cabin before it got too dark. Nina was actually staying alone in the same cabin with Jeff and Ben. Because they were considered one of the first inhabitants of the forest, and apart from the proxy cabin, other cabins had enough place for maximum 4-5 people.

Kate was very angry when she saw that Jeff was rude to Nina while dropping her off at the cabin, but when she saw that Nina was generally happy, she didn't say anything to avoid upsetting her. Then, when she was going to say goodbye to Nina and leave, Nina stopped her and gave her her number. Nina didn't have anywhere to write, so she asked if it would be a problem if she wrote in Kate's hand, and when Kate said yes, she wrote down her number. Then Nina asked for her own number and registered it.

After saying goodbye, Nina was waving enthusiastically to Kate from inside the cabin. Kate, too, shyly waved to her gently. When Kate turned around, she couldn't help but smiling.

When Kate came to the place where she was staying, she had a strange feeling inside. She wasn't sure what it was, but she liked it. Then, while she picked up her phone to check if there was any important message from Masky and Hoodie, she saw Nina's new message.

"Hiiiii, thx so much for helping me!!!!! Hop i can see ya soon sweetie :3333"

That day, Kate had found a real friend for herself. Maybe it could have been her first friend in her life. And she was glad of it.

Nina had found herself a true friend. Someone who really cared about her and doesn't use her for her own interests. There was a pleasant feeling in her.

Holly hell how long this shit is-

Also Nina's message might be out of character, English is not my main language and I'm not used to writing like that.

Sorry for shitty writing but I'm sick as hell

[zorrocsin]

Lucifer's Angel- C1 The Girl With Wings (Part 1 of 2)

“Murderer!” It had taken no more than a few seconds to tie me up to the stake.             “Monster!” Their eyes, they glared. They were everywhere.             “Burn!” I looked up to the lighted sky and closed my eyes.             I felt the flames burn up my skin. My dues were up; I had paid for my sin. Please, whoever you are. Let me learn from my mistakes and help others who are aiming towards the same fate. Let me stop it before it starts. Give me the opportunity to save them all.             The last of me was burning into the air I had breathed as the flames around me sparked the faintest shade of blue. It was so hot. Everywhere stung like an open wound. If I moved, it felt like ten thousand needles pricking my skin. Then all at once, everything faded to black. Pitch black emptiness more blinding than the deepest depths of the darkest ocean. It was apocalyptic how the darkness had cloaked the bright warm colors of the fire that before surrounded me.

            It has taken over and I can do nothing. The pain subsided. All that was left of me, was as hollow as a rotting willow tree.  I felt neither warmth nor chill. My throat and tongue were numb. I heard only silence. I reached out to touch something, anything, but I felt nothing.            Where am I?            “You are alone.”

      The sound of wind pierced my eardrums at such a high pitch I fell to my knees and shook without control. I attempted to stop the noise by clasping my hands over my ears. The attempt was futile. No relief.

           The wind stopped.

           All of my muscles relaxed as I tilted my head upward in appreciation. Too weak to stand, I stayed there with my hands rested on my knees. It was odd how calm I became in this moment. Everything seemed like a roller coaster since the flames had consumed me. All I need is balance.

           The calm voice spoke again, “My dearest Adilene, you are in hell.” The voice was velvety smooth like a rose petal. It was a light sound, similar to the echo of soft singing. He sounded like the Cheshire cat of Alice in Wonderland, entertaining me with an ever dangerous riddle. I am so confused, maybe this was a riddle?             Time passed in silence. Too much time. Angst and fear erupted within me. Had the voice disappeared? What if I just imagined it? Did the voice even exist to begin with? What about me, if the voice did not exist, maybe neither did I? Could I have imagined my own existence? Have I gone crazy now too? This cannot be! I was on the verge of mentally losing myself until he had spoken.

           The Cheshire cat voice stated, “Hell is this way, custom tailored to strike you in the exact way you are tortured most. Hell is a place for the dead to wallow in fear as they had always done alive, like yourself. Or to consume them as they have done others, like those dear to you.” Who was this voice? It made no sense. I heard it hum a tune now. A hand grasped my shoulder with a grip that was similar to the one a parent would have given to a child who has done something that they did not yet understand was wrong. A grip, which only lead to shame and regret for the recipient. I flinched. As the reality that my previous unanswered questions may soon be answered my body overcame with a nervous tension. What if I was given an answer I did not wish to hear?

          The voice which was now behind me, spoke again, “I am Lucifer my dear. You may not have heard of me, due to your lack of concern and desire for reading anything beyond what is forced in front of your tiny pupils. You do exist; otherwise you would not have the ability to even see the darkness which conveys you.”  Lucifer, an odd name for a man. He can hear my thoughts?             “Yes I can.”              As soon as he finished his sentence, this huge rush of pain overwhelmed me. It felt as if something was being ripped out of me. The pain was so intense I closed my eyes and cried out with a banshee’s scream while I wished with all my might for it to stop hurting. Then, with a suddenness which can only be described as “quick”, the pain ceased almost entirely. I opened my eyes and paused, in shock. Something… did come out of me.             It glowed bright light gray and dark shining black. It sparkled a little bit on the gray; while the black only seemed to have had a glazed appearance. Even with how it glowed, it radiated no light beyond itself. As a result I could not have seen beyond it, or tell if it was being held up by Lucifer, or if it floated on its own accord. It just was there, in all the nothingness. The pain remained in my chest. I felt as if someone had cut me open and was scraping at my insides. It seemed to be the only pain which did not dissipate and continued to slowly worsen as every moment passed. Yet, I looked onward at this mystical item. It was then I realized this glowing item was an object I was quite familiar with.

            It was a pocket watch.             This one was open and instead of a chain bound to it, there was a strap made of simple fabric. The specific fabric was indeterminable, but I guessed it to be a silk of some sort. It was the shining dark black and the watch itself was of the sparkling light gray color. I noticed the small hand on the watch was broken, snapped in half, yet still it ticked ever so slow.             Before I could question, Lucifer answered, “This is your life; it is like a watch. Meant to last long but, because of a small mistake you made, time went by much too fast. What was once a minute turned to a day and those days passed by ever so fast. The result ended your life. I have heard your prayer and I have decided to let it come true. If you give me something in return.”

            The pain dissipated; I saw red, much dark red as it poured down my shoulder. I still felt the hand, which I now also saw. It tinted a glowing bright red. What does he want? Is he going to hurt me? Torture me? Lucifer shushed my thoughts as he began to explain what he desired.             “By something; I mean your voice.”

            Like the switch of a light, in a flash my throat began to feel cold like ice. Then even quicker it turned numb. Soon the numbness covered my entire neck and half of my mouth. My mind flooded with the sound of rushing thoughts as they filled my head. So many memories. The blonde hair as it flowed with the wind, the laughter, and the words… The heat. No one listened, no one believed. No one. My thoughts traveled back to the moment at hand. My voice? I could laugh at the idea, the theory of such a thing being of any use to me. I had no need for a voice. Mine was never heard, is never heard, and never will be.             So, I agreed.

[hardbeingcasual]

more like mmmm more ellie pls smEllie more pls mmm yummy

ELLIE WILLIAMS AS TAYLOR SWIFT SONGS: ellie x fem reader

WARNINGS: angst, grief, blood, mentions of sex? mentions of Y/N, fluff at the end : )

notes: for @zndayacc ( as usual ) i love ellie and taylor so why not put them together ! ❤️‍🩹

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So it goes…

“You know I’m not a bad girl

but I do bad things with you.”

Ellie did not like mornings. She hated them. But when she woke up next to you she likes them… kind off… not really but at least you were there.

You shake her to try and wake her. “Ellie, get up, we have patrol.”

She mumbles into her pillow, “Five more minutes.”

“Nope. You are not making us late.”

“Please, Y/N, please.” She begs as she looks to you from her position on the bed.

“Nope. You’re not sleeping for five more minutes.”

“Who said anything about sleeping?” Ellie looks at you with a hint of mischief.

“What?—” Before you could say anything your lips are crashing together as she pulls you down back into bed. You couldn’t exactly say no to that, right?

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The very first night

“Didn’t read the note on the polaroid picture

they don’t know how much I miss you.”

Ellie was lost. Her hands were trembling. Her bones felt numb and she could not move. How could she fail you? She promised she’s keep you safe and protect you. How was she meant to live with the consequences that she could not save you. She looks down at the polaroid she had taken of you when you were sleeping, you had told her to get rid off it, but Ellie said she wanted it, so she can see your face whenever she wanted. You were hesitant but gave in, but that was because you loved her.

You were both out on patrol, minutes before you were both cracking jokes before some figure comes out of the trees and shoots you right in the neck. It was so sudden for Ellie, she caught your body before you fell to the snowy ground.

Ellies raspy voice breaks through the thick air as all you can hear is you choking on your own blood, unable to breathe. “Y/N, please I need you to stay awake.” She rushes out as she puts her hand to your throat to somehow stop the bleeding. “Please stay with me.” She cries.

You can feel your eyes shutting, the tiredness taking over you, feeling like someone was taking over your body.

“No!” Ellie shouts, as she sees you shut your eyes. She puts her head on your chest to try find a heartbeat, but there was none. “No!” She cries as her head was buried into your clothes. “Y/N, please get up I can’t loose you.” No response.

“You fucker!” Ellie shouts to the unknown man who had took your life. She had no idea where he had went but he was definitely watching from some hiding spot. “I’m going to fucking get you!” She then notices hair peaking from behind a rock. Running over as she aims her pistol at him. He was trembling.

“No! Please… don’t kill me.” He pleads as he raises his hands.

“Why shouldn’t I?! You killed the person I cared about the most.” She was shouting now, but she didn’t care. She didn’t care if all the infected in the world heard her. He deserved to die. He took you from her. She would not let that slide.

Before the man can get another word in, she shoots him. Right in the centre of his forehead. She flinches at the impact, but that was just because she was delicate in that moment. If it were any other moment she wouldn’t of flinched.

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Cardigan

“You drew stars around my scars

and now I’m bleeding.”

You and Ellie were both laying in the bed you both shared. Ellie was wearing her usual white tank top while you wore a normal t-shirt. Her ‘chemical burn’ was what she called it was on show. But you knew it was a bit, that she was immune. She had told you, opened up to you months prior. Because she trusts you, she trusts you with that information, she knew you wouldn’t go about Jackson telling everyone. She knew you.

So here you both were, both staring off at the ceiling in comfortable silence. You eyes break from you and the ceilings staring contest as you look down as you admire Ellie’s arm and the tattoo that was on it. Your fingers draw circles in it as a comforting matter. You knew Ellie liked it when your fingers danced against her arm as you knew how much pain the memory of her getting bitten brought her.

“What’re you doing?” Ellie chuckles as you continue making swirls and stars.

“Drawing on your arm,” You mumble, “To comfort you.”

“It tickles.”

You move your hands from her arm, “Sorry—”

“No, I like it, it’s fine.” She assures you as she grabs your hands and places them back on her wrist.

[poohbea]

𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃, 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓.

ken ryuguji /draken | smut, fluff, angst | gang leader!au

wordcount: 4.3k

content: pwp??, domish!draken, fem!reader, mentions of guns and death, high school sweethearts, pet names (sweetheart, baby girl, etc.), y'all tryna get fucked against a wall?, squirting, cum swallowing, unprotected sex (use protection kids), cock drunk reader, draken being a tease, a bit of a complicated relationship with history

― synopsis: the last thing you’d expect during a bank robbery is to have them somehow recognise you and immediately run. it’s impossible right? two weeks later you find out why.

note from pooh: tell me why the hell i had to make 6 different versions of this before actually getting it right?? i literally went through so many ideas for this it was so frustrating. BUT i figured it out, so here we are. this very lowkey pwp, if it's a bit choppy that's why - this post is making me very anxious not gonna lie. NO IM NOT DOING A PART 2

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They came through the spinning doors of the bank. “Nobody fucking move.” Four men clad in black shoved the patrons in line into a corner, guns raised, faces covered.

You stood stagnant, behind the counter, terrified and unsure of what to do as the situation unfolded before you. Cries could be heard from the entryway where they had your security officer pinned against the wall, the nozzle of an assault riffle buried into his neck as they snatched his gun from its waistband. It was only when you were staring down the barrel of one yourself that you finally snapped out of your daze.

“I said hands up!” The faceless man barks, gesturing to your trembling fingers hovering over the panic button beneath your desk. When you failed to move he made his way over the countertop, forcing you to cower back. “I’m not going to tell you again bitch! Move!”

His fingers tangled in your hair, dragging you around to join the other hostages on the floor. As he shoves you down your lanyard holding your ID comes free from your neck, clattering onto the floor. His partner beside him picks it up before turning it over in his hand.

“Oh fuck.” You watch his eyes grow wide, reading your name over and over again as panicked gaze rallies between you and your ID.

The one that previously had his hands in your hair shoots him a confused look, still aiming a gun at your head. “What is it?” With shaky hands his accomplice shows him the lanyard and his demeanour changes dramatically. “Shit.” He says. “Shit, shit, shit. Tell them to pack up their shit, we need to leave.”

As soon as they came they were leaving, bags and weapons slung over their shoulders, practically running into the street. The man above you studied your face for a few seconds before dropping your ID card at your feet, racing to join his aid outside.

Two weeks later that memory still plagues your mind.

Your fingers stutter over your keyboard, focus long gone from your resignation letter. Those masked faces haunted your thoughts daily. You replayed the scene over and over, conjuring any and every outcome that could’ve occurred. You could’ve died, shot point blank in front of a dozen people. Watching the light fade from the morning sun as you fell to the floor in a pool of your own blood or would it have been instant? Would anyone have cared? An ordinary bank teller shot dead, collateral damage in the grand scheme of things.

With a sigh you run a hand through your hair, mind going numb the more you thought about it. None of it actually made sense. Why would they just up and leave after going through all that trouble? Your eyes land on your ID card on the coffee table. You spent hours staring at it when you finally managed to get home. Turning it over, scanning over the simple font of your name, studying your features in your tiny ID picture. The small piece of plastic was undoubtedly your savour. But you couldn’t understand why?

Before you went down the rabbit hole of your mind again there was a soft buzz in your pocket. Confusion replaced worry as you watched an unknown number flash on your screen, out of habit you declined the call, not wanting to engage in pointless telemarketing conversation. Then your phone buzzed again. “What the hell?” You frowned, seeing the same number appear. Twice? That’s new.

Curiously you answered, bringing the device to your ear. “Hello?”

“Long time no speak, sweetheart.” Familiarity washed over you as a deep voice sounded on the other end. There was only one person on this earth that called you that.

“Draken?” To say you were surprised to hear his voice was an understatement. It had been just shy of four years since you last heard his voice, since leaving high school.

“Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten my voice already, y/n.” You could hear him smiling over the phone, his tone making your heart pound.

“I don’t think I could forget you even if I tried.” The words came out hushed as you grew shy suddenly, but his soft chuckle told you he heard you loud and clear.

You never forget your first love. For all of high school that’s what Draken was to you. You had never felt that way about someone before, loved and cared for someone so deeply that they were the first and last thing on your mind everyday. He made you feel like the only girl in the world, you were his and he was yours, that was the connection you shared. Then high school ended and so did your fantasy.

He became consumed in a world you couldn’t be a part of. Surrounded by people who only fueled his lust for violence, a trait of his you’d tried so hard to ignore. It was all too much to bear, to worry about where he’d go at night, when he wouldn’t answer your calls or texts. He’d pop up randomly, hurt or bruised, withholding any and all information about where he’d gotten them from. Trust faded and so did the Draken you’d grown to love. Your high school sweetheart vanished, into the darkness he so openly welcomed.

“Likewise, sweetheart.” That word sent you back. To the days you’d sneak glances at him during class, feel his touch on your skin while the teacher droned on incoherently. “How’ve ya been?” He continues.

You pondered on how to answer that question, recounting the last four years of mundane life experiences. “I’ve been good. Could be better.” Optimism wasn’t enough to douse the anxiety that was the bank robbery looming over your head. “How have you been? Keeping out of trouble I hope.”

His laugh was chesty in your ears. “Mostly. But as a boss you seem to get into a lot more trouble than you think.”

“Wait a boss?” You perk at the new development. “In what? When? Tell me everything!”

“Slow down, sweetheart. We’ll get to that. That’s not why I called you.” He chuckles at your excitement, you were practically on the edge of your seat at that point.

“So why did you call me?”

“I heard there was an incident at your job a little while ago.” He pauses, the tap of something metal being put down sounding suddenly. “Just wanted to check up on ya.”

“I- uh you saw the news, huh?” Your face hide in your hand instinctively, feeling oddly embarrassed.

There was soft click this time before he spoke. “You could say that. Did they… hurt you?” His tone deadpans, making him seem disconnected from the conversation.

“Just a few bruises from being tossed around.”

You heard him hum lowly. “Anything else? Did they threaten you?”

“One of them pulled my hair… h-he held a gun to my head.” You stuttered through the memories rushing to the forefront of your mind.

Another click sounds, this one much more audible than before. It almost sounded like the cocking of a gun. “Do you want to come over for dinner tonight? We can order takeout like we used to. My treat.” Like a switch had just been flicked mid conversation, his usual playful tone returned.

Giddiness brewed in the pit of your stomach. Truth be told you still had a soft spot for the man, no matter how long it had been or what had happened. How could you say no to him after all these years? “Sure. I’d love to.”

“Good girl.” He coos. “I’ll send a driver over to pick you up at seven. Wear something comfy.” Before you could question him he hangs up on you, leaving you with the deafening silence of your apartment. How did he know where you lived?

That question echoed in your mind for the next few hours till the appointed hour rolled around. The sound of a knock at your door had your heart leaping into your chest, an unfamiliar face greeting you with a warm smile as you opened it.

“Good evening Miss, Draken sent me to fetch you.” The aged man beams, an aura of warmth surrounding his broad, suit-clad figure.

You greeted him in return, moving to collect your purse from the dining table before being led out into a gorgeous black car parked in the street. The driver takes your hand as you sit down, closing the door behind you softly. You settled into the tan leather seats, marvelling at just how clean the car was, it even had that new car smell like it had just been bought. The world passed you by for what seemed like minutes, your door re-opening, a kind hand offered to you shortly after.

You found yourself in an underground garage, a rather empty one at that, with only about five cars sprinkled around the lot. Your guide leads you to an elevator, remaining outside as you walked in. “He’s in the penthouse, just press the button at the top.” His eyes point to a button labelled ‘PH’ at the very top of the array of numbers. You give him your thanks, to which he simply nods, a soft smile on his face as the doors close.

Nervousness had you picking at your nails, overthinking as you watched the numbers increase slowly on the small screen. The ding of the elevator accompanied the doors sliding open, hitting you with a mouth watering scent of fast food.

You couldn’t help but marvel at the place as you stepped out of the elevator. An arrangement of grey marble and silver trimmings littered all over the spacious room. The city glowed a mellow hue of gold through the floor to ceiling windows, bringing a homely feel to the place.

Turning the corner you smiled, watching Draken tend to something on the stove, a plate in hand. He turns to you expectantly, the elevator most likely giving away your presence. “Hello, sweetheart.” He says in a low tone, matching your giddy expression.

“Hi.” You breathe, practically overflowing with happiness. After so long he still looked just as handsome if not more. His hair was black now, loose over his shoulder and still just as long as you remember. He mimicked your attire with a plain t-shirt and sweats. Broad shoulders filled out his plain black one, tattoos swirling around the skin of his arms before disappearing beneath the cotton.

Turning off the stove he places places the plate down on the counter with the rest of the food before approaching. The woody musk that came with him had you breathing a little faster, body dwarfing yours as he stood close enough you could feel the warmth radiating from his skin. There was comfort in the silence between you, words really couldn’t express the emotions you were feeling, it seemed it was the same for him as he pulled you into his chest. He rests his head on top of yours, hugging you so tightly out of fear you might disappear if he let you go.

Only when you felt tears drip onto your cheek did you realise you were crying. The droplets welled up in your eyes immediately, soaking into his shirt while you listened to the drum of his heart. “I missed you.” You sigh, fingers curling into his shirt.

“I missed you too, sweetheart.” He replies, laying a kiss in your hair. “So much.”

You let out a small chuckle, meeting his gaze. “How are you?”

A smile forces it’s way onto his lips, unable to be held back as he laughs a chesty laugh. “I’m doing good. Even better now that you’re here.”

“You’re so corny.” You tease with a sniffle.

“It’s why you love me.”

“Touché.” It felt as if no time had passed the more you stood there in his arms, in your own little bubble brimming with affection.

Magnetism was something undeniable between you two. Your bodies tend to have a mind of their own in close proximity, the feat of staying apart a strenuous task. In a situation like this, with him so close, galvanizing and intoxicating, it was no wonder you found your lips meeting in the middle.

It was soft, searching, safe. After so long his kiss never lost it’s influence, your body melting into him as he set you alight. The wet muscle of his tongue laved past your lips as he explored you deeper, fingers burrowed into the waist of your sweats. Your own digits found his hair, lacing with the inky strands that fell over his shoulder, desperately pulling him closer, as if you weren’t already.

Wordlessly he captures the back of your thighs, lifting you up into his arms, encouragingly wrapping your legs around his waist. Soon your back greets the wall with a soft thud, one that has him pushing his hardened tip between your folds, inciting a ragged moan as he nudged at your clit. Insanity overtook you at the same pace as his hips, rocking slow and purposefully, drawing a fog into your mind that grew between his body and the wall he leveraged you against.

“Fuck, sweetheart.” He breaks breathlessly from your lips, heat taking hold of his cheeks as it flushed them pink. “Can I?” Fingertips tug at your waistband, eager and pleading.

Your ‘yes’ was all he needed before the material was on the floor and you were back against the wall, delving into his lips once more. “Cute panties. Those for me?”

The pink lace held the perfect silhouette of your pussy, the soft mound barely covered by the translucent material as it practically devoured it. He lets his fingers wander over the curve, prying between the folds to find the sensitive bundle of nerves at the centre. Soft pads traced circles into your clit, catalyzing a spark that travelled all the way up your spine, blanketing a haze over your inhibitions.

“Draken. P-please, more.” Your moan sets him off further into his assault, the sound increasing the pressure on your clit. Before long you’ve buried yourself in his shoulder, drool marking a small patch of his shirt as you took it in your teeth to prevent your cries from escalating further.

“Your want this cock, sweetheart? You want me deep inside this pussy?” The swollen tip nestles in your slit, letting your slick soak into his sweats through your panties, painting a wet patch onto the grey material.

Your tongue paths its way from his jaw to his flushed earlobe, sucking on the skin before speaking. “I want it all, ‘Ken.” The goosebumps that wake immediately after, has a smile curving your lips, his ears were always so sensitive.

Index and middle finger hook your panties to the side, bringing your glossy slit into view, a sight that had him groaning and dipping his fingers inside, bringing them up to his lips to sample your arousal. “Just ‘s delicious as I remember.” His sweats soon accompany yours on the marble floor, letting his cock tap against his stomach softly as he let you taste yourself on his tongue.

Your gasp is lost between his lips as his tip stretches past your entrance, your pussy engulfing him in a tightness that had him weak in the knees. Little by little he reintroduced himself inside you, acquainting his cock with your gummy walls that welcomed him eagerly with each squeeze. He imprints a mark into your neck in the midst of bottoming out, pubic bone flush against your clit, the hairs there strumming a delicate pulse through your body.

Your breath puffed against his neck, control of your lungs long gone with the mapping of his lips along your skin, marking each section he’s been with his teeth, licking over the mark before continuing. “Such a good girl for me, sweetheart. So wet and tight around it, fuck.”

His hips rock into you tantalisingly slow, savouring each and every stroke like it was his last, etching the memory of your cunt into his mind, his name rolling off your tongue into his ear, the feel of your hands in his hair, skin against skin. This wasn’t just fucking, this was love, a love that had been suppressed for the last four years, festering inside you both, waiting for the day you’d reunite to make it whole again.

Your fingers dug deeper into his hair while his thumb traces your clit in mellow circles, bullying his cock along your walls to kiss the soft spot he was all too familiar with. He enjoyed torturing you like this, abusing the knowledge that a slow pace meant you were more likely to beg, easily turning to putty in his hands.

“’Ken.” As if on cue your whine sounds in his ear. “Faster, please I-I… shit.” Your gasps make you hiccup into his shoulder, overwhelmed and unable to finish the sentence.

He hums in your neck, tracing his nose along the nape. “Since you asked so nicely.” His thumb adds pressure onto your clit as he plunges his cock into you, the moan that followed making him smile.

Compliant, he’s rolling his hips faster, letting his thumb on your clit follow. His shirt scrunched in your hand, trying to clutch anything for support, to keep from being pushed off the deep end he was dragging you toward with each stroke of his cock. The pressure that built up was unbearable, almost having you in tears as his tip nudges against your spot, accompanying the work of his fingers that strummed against your pearl.

Teetering on the edge he plunges you into euphoria, pussy gushing onto his skin, coating it in a crystal sheen of cum. You squeezed him through it all, every part of you tightening as your high flooded your nervous system, guttural screams muffled in his shoulder where you had his shirt in your teeth.

“That’s it sweetheart, squirt all over this dick, just like that.” Your arousal drips down your thighs onto the pristine marble as he fucked you through it, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he soon felt his own peak looming over him. “Fuck ‘m gonna cum.”

“Cum in my mouth.” You mewl suddenly, fucked out against him. “I wanna taste you.”

You find your footing on shaky legs as he sets you down, falling to your knees, keen with your mouth open in invitation. His fingers drag along his slicked shaft, the tip laid against your tongue in a scene that had his cum painting your throat almost instantaneously. You let the salty liquid slide down your throat with a swallow, using your hand to milk out the rest, wrapping your lips around the tip, letting your tongue cleave through the slit teasingly as you stared right into his eyes.

His hands tangled in your hair, lip between his teeth as he struggled through the overstimulation. “Fuck, baby.” Head lulling back, mouth agape, his breathing grew strained with every agonizing stroke.

With a light pop you smile, proud at his dishevelled figure now leant against the wall with his hands. “Tastes just as good as I remember.”

He huffs a tired laugh. “Smartass.”

“It’s why you love me.”

He pulls you up to meet his lips, kissing you deep and tender. “Lets eat, I bought all your favourites.” With a final kiss on your nose he lets you go, moving to pull up his sweats and hand you your own, before searching for a towel to wipe up your mess on the floor.

You squeak an apology, to which he just chuckles, ignoring your bashful demeanour before he’s throwing the cloth in the sink and reaching for two plates from a cabinet above the stove. Your fixing the draw-string as he hands you the dish, offering him a dazed thanks.

The domesticity of it was jarring but somehow still cordial, like an old married couple coming home to each other after a long day. And after good sex.

You walked beside him while plating up the food, noticing blue and purple hues blooming across his knuckles. Why haven’t you notice those before? The question pestered you enough to verbalise your concern. “What happened?”

Like a child caught in a cookie jar he froze, eyes finding the bruises before furrowing his brows. “‘S nothing, just an issue with some guys at work.” You weren’t buying it. He read like a book, a book you had memorised every minuet detail of, cover to cover, there was no hiding from you.

“You never did tell me what you did for work.” He pulled out a chair for you to sit in at the dinning table, thanking him as he rounds to find his own across from you.

The patent hesitation in his eyes was beginning to frustrate you. He takes a bite of his meal before speaking. “Do you remember in high school, how I became friend’s with Mikey?”

Mikey was a name you tried to forget, not that he ever did anything to you personally but there was something unsettling about that boy. Those eyes were always plotting something in the background, a plot you were continually omitted from. You also partially blamed him for your relationship with Draken crumbling the way it did.

“Mhm.” You hummed while placing a spoonful in your mouth.

“He and I formed a gang, Toman as it’s called now.” The air in his lungs leaves heavy in a sigh before continuing. “After finishing high school he gave me a choice. I decided to take it.”

Fury lapped at your throat amongst the new revelation that spilled from his lips. He chose him over you, a fucking group of delinquents over the person who loved him most. “So he was more important than your girlfriend?” He immediately denies it, reaching for your hands.

“It’s a bit more complicated than that.” The urge to pull free of his grasp was great, to get up and walk to the elevator and never have to see him for the rest of your life. But there was still a small part of you that wanted to hear him out. He takes your silence as the go-ahead. “There were people who could and would hurt you if they knew just how important you were to me. Shit, to this day there’re people who’d use you to get to me. I can’t couldn’t let that happen, give them that power.”

Sincerity flowered in those dark eyes of his, pleading and apologetic. You tried to remain impassive, you really did, but just like he read like an open book to you, so did you to him. The strings of your heart were being pulled and you couldn’t resist his pleas.

“Why didn’t you tell me this sooner?”

“You wouldn’t have let me go.”

You shook your head, a pained smile on your lips. “I still haven’t let you go, you idiot.” His hands tighten around yours. “It still hurts. It will always still hurt. You were my best friend for fuck sake.”

“’M sorry baby girl. I was doing what I thought was best, to keep you as safe as I could.” His lips touch your knuckles in a tender kiss that dismantled the walls you spent the past four years building.

“So where is Mikey now?” The question has his expression turning sullen.

“He’s dead. Two years ago.” It was difficult to witness just how blunt he was about it, considering they’d been so close. “Which is why I’m currently in position as leader.”

“So being a leader means this?” Your thumb runs softly over the off-coloured skin spanning his knuckles.

“This was for you.” You eye him curiously, waiting for an elaboration. “When I heard about the bank robbery… fuck I lost my shit. You’re on the no harm list, those fuckers knew that but they still touched you.”

“The no harm list? Me?”

“Ya really think I wouldn’t try and make sure these assholes out here couldn’t lay a hand on you? That’s why they ran right outta there when they figured out who you were.”

You recall the way their demeanour changed as they came to find out your identity, but it still begged the question. “How do you know that?”

“I asked.” He looks to his bruise stained hands with a smile that left you with unease. “You don’t just fuck around with someone on the top of that list and expect to walk away.”

“So what did you…” The sound of a gun cocking resonates in your memory. “They were there with you when you called me.”

His icy gaze sent a chill down your spine. “I had a funny feelin’ they were lying to me. I needed to make sure.”

A laugh was the only thing you could muster. Your brain was failing to process the reality that your wannabe perpetrators were most likely dead by the hand of the man in front of you. Was that something you actually wanted though? Did it offer you any form of relief knowing they were gone?

“I don’t know whether to thank or be terrified of you right now.” The admission came just above a whisper.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” He chuckles, popping a piece of meat in his mouth.

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[fantastiqueali]

Again?

Summary: Arranged marriage with Regulus does not go well with the two of you. And Sirius is there to be by your side.

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Mentions of a noncon act, Toxic!Regulus, Soft!Sirius, and Slightly one-sided love. (Please do not read if any of this disturbs you and I do not hate Regulus in any way. This is just an idea that came into my mind.)

Word count; 1.1k

On one cold night, your soon to be husband enters the room both of you sleep in. Oozing the scent of fire whisky, hair dampened and dishevelled from the rain, face flushed and tired, his body ready to lay down on the mattress and sleep.

Yet no, he saw you. Lying on your stomach, while the winds flap the edge of your shorts and ever so slightly give him a peek of your panties. He does not have any love for you in any way. But he simply cannot deny the feeling of arousal rising in his pants.

His form saunters near the bed, agonisingly staring at your exposed back that your camisole failed to cover. His knees dip onto the bed, starting to unbutton his shirt. You rolled back on a lying stance, giving Regulus a free view of your chest going up and down.

He immediately went into position, locking you in between his legs. He took your top away causing you to drift away from sleep. “Reg?” You called out, rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand as you tried to sit up. Regulus pushed you back down, pulling both of your arms up and interlocking your hands with his. “Shut up.”

As the night went on, only cries of pain and not from pleasure can be heard. Also, the disgusted groans of Regulus whenever he looks down at you and sees your messed up expression. Drunk or not he had never done foreplay with you. Not let you adjust and be comfortable with his size. Merlin, he doesn’t let you also have the pleasure he’s receiving.

As regretful you become you do have locked up feelings for this vile man. You know that he cannot love you the way you do. And that he can never love you in the same manner as he had loved Vivienne. His first and possibly the last woman he would ever love. She was a muggle-born, making their love forbidden to his parents. He fought for their love but unluckily got vetoed. Which leads his parents to arrange a non-exquisite marriage between you and him.

But of course, not all arranged marriage turns into a conquered union. This is no fairytale for the two of you. At first, you believed in yourself that you could make him love you over time. A year has passed and he shows no sign of love whatsoever. You gave up.

You aimed to convince your parents to let you and Regulus go as it will be much more complicated. But they refused to take the offer. Saying that it is for the good of both lineages. Now, you're only being forced to believe that this is for the good of your family. Not yours. But the family.

Hardly anything ever made you happy or laugh. A small smile is something that you do often in falsehoods. Sirius however, could be that small percentage who lends you a minor one. From his overthrown jokes to the flirtatious compliments. Those simple things do give a tiny smile on your resting face.

You could not have a slight ounce of sleep that night. You stayed laying beside Regulus, your back facing him as he snored peacefully. Tears dared to escape your eyes as you held a pillow near your mouth, biting the ends of it. The last time that you cried and let out a sob, things didn’t turn out well.

As the horizons were seen on the narrowly opened curtains. You pretended to sleep when you heard Regulus groaning and sitting up. You don’t need to hear his complaints in the early morning as you had it already rough. Some are like “Clean yourself up. You’re not a baby anymore.” or “You call yourself a lady when you can’t even make yourself one.”

You patiently waited for him to leave and slam the door as he would always do, not minding if you were sleeping. As you fully know that he’s nowhere near you, you helped yourself into a session of breakdown. You hugged the pillow for comfort as salty tears pricked your eyes, blurring your visions. Head hurting from the lack of sleep. Frustration and disregarded thoughts echoing in your head. It was something that you did most of the time when you were alone. Well, you’re always alone.

Whilst Sirius was hovering around the halls to the kitchens to find himself a snack, he passed by yours and his brother’s room. He saw faint sobs and sighs. He stayed in front of the door instantly. He knows what’s the meaning of those cries. He absolutely hates it. He hates everything that they did to you. He hated that Regulus can’t even respect you as a human being. He hated that his parents manipulated you and Regulus like an object handled with a key.

He argued every day for you. Yet like always, his voice wasn’t heard. Sirius knows that Regulus had a hard time too. But whatever reason comes in his way maltreating you are far more than worse. He tries to be there for you always. Tries to make you laugh or smile even the littlest bit. Something that your future husband can’t even do.

He steps forward and knocks gently on the door. A hazy “Just a minute,” was heard from the other side. He waits patiently, knowing what exactly you are doing. Cleaning yourself up, washing your face with a cloth, combing your hair, overall attempting to look presentable. Struggling in there to wash all of the evidence of even a drop of tear.

The door eventually opened, greeted by you smiling, but then faltering when you saw it was Sirius. You know that you can trust him with emotions like this. “Again?” He asks, even though he knows the answer to it. You nodded, opening the door more and motioning him to come in.

Before you can even take two more steps, he pulled you by the arm. A small gasp leaves your lips whilst he conceals you in a warm hug. You needed it more than anything. His embrace warmed your cold tension. The assurance of his hand caressing your head. Everything about that small gesture wavers you into another fit of sobs.

He hushes you. Not in the way Regulus would do. Selfish and absence of affection. Sirius’ hush makes you melt into his arm, full of affection without literally saying anything. Your arms snake upon his back, yet the assertiveness of your body slowly wilts away, replaced by a soothing solace. You felt his head move away and kiss your forehead. His lips stayed there for a moment before saying,

“I’ll get you out of this hell. Both of us.”

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[captains-simp]

hey! so i love wanda and i was wondering if you could write one kind of enemies to lovers or something like that where reader and wanda don't get along well, jealous scene or maybe a very suggestive fight. very angst but happy fluffy ending please

Enemies to lovers owns my whole gay heart and I CANNOT write it without there being sexual tension so xksksjsks smut alert

@g-cordelia hope it's okay to combine your request with this too so there's a healthy dose of angst and fluff with it

"Please don't go."

"Don't you fucking lie to me."

Warnings: choking, fingering, spanking, strap on sex, mentions of oral and hints at mild injury

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Buy me a coffee ☕

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"Your actions jeopardised the whole mission." Steve said sternly before raising his voice when he saw he received no reaction from you or the redhead. "Whatever is going on between you has to stop!"

"You say that like it's ever been any different." Natasha added.

The pair that usually felt like the protective big brother and sister of the team where acing the role of disappointed parents. Admittedly that did make you feel bad, but Wanda showed no signs of giving an apology and you would be damned if you did first.

Natasha and Steve waited for any kind of response from either of you and got nothing. You and Wanda continued to glare at each other from opposite sides of the table, your stubnorness stopping either of you from looking at the two standing at the head of the table.

"Just write up your reports." Steve sighed, giving into the tension of the room before anyone else. If it had been just you, Wanda and Natasha there was no telling how long you'd be in there.

You both got up from the table at the same time, still refusing to break eye contact.

"Y/n stay behind a minute." Oh so they're switching it up to disappointed teachers now. Your attention fell to Steve in a look of confusion although that didn't mean you missed the smirk that played on the corner of Wanda's lips. You cursed her like a sailor in your head and hoped she heard but her back was to you and she was strolling out the room.

"I thought you guys were getting better." Steve sighed as he leant against the table.

"We were when we didn't have to talk to each other." You said honestly. There had been a few weeks prior where you and Wanda had had no missions together and therefore had no reason to talk or train with one another.

"You can't resort to avoiding each other as a way to solve your problems. All that does is make things escalate even more when you're actually together which will inevitably happen. Because believe it or not you two are on the same side and have to act like it." Natasha said sternly. You stared down at the table and thought about how how her words were. But it wasn't like you had that warning before.

When the pair infront of you knew you weren't going to say anything in response Steve filled the silence once again. "You're both suspended from missions until you can learn to work together." He decided.

"What?!" You cried as you snapped your head towards them and stood up. "You can't be serious."

"Deadly." Natasha said. You looked frantically between the two in disbelief.

"Alright." You said finally and clenched your jaw. You turned around and left the room without objection from the two Avengers, heading straight towards Wanda's room.

You never really knew why you and Wanda never got on. Maybe it was because she reminded you so much of the popular girls in high school you always envied while wanting them in your bed...no, it definetly couldn't be that. You just didn't know what.

It didn't take long to get there when you were walking like you were out for blood, that wouldn't be an unexpected result of what you planned. You banged on her door several times in a closed fist so it didn't take her long to answer.

She looked concerned when she opened the door and as soon as she realised it was you that same smirk from the meeting room fell back into place.

"Did they ground you?" She asked as she leant against the doorframe.

"Suspended." You spat. A shit eating grin started to appear but you wiped that off her face instantly. "Both of us."

"What the fuck? I didn't-"

"Yes you fucking did and now I'm paying for it too. You wanna know the best part? We can't go back in the field until we can work together nicely." You said bitterly.

"Why don't they just keep us on separate missions?"

"You can go ask them that later. Right now we're training." You said simply and you grabbed her forearm and pulled her out of her room down the corridor.

"We just got back." Wanda argued but followed you anyway after slapping your hand off her.

"Not prepared to put the work in, witchy?" You mocked, not looking at her as you marched through the compound.

"Don't call me that?" Wanda warned as she kept your pace.

"What are you gonna do? Read my mind?" You continued to taunt as you arrived in the gym and made your way to the mats.

Wanda put her red jacket on the floor and stepped away to take up her position as she eyed you. "I could snap all your bones into pieces so small they could be mistaken for ash." Wanda said stoicly.

"I don't think that's gonna get you another mission." You replied calmly, knowing that while there was a truth to Wanda's words she would never give you more than a split lip or bloody nose in the worst training sessions.

"Don't be a smartass y/n, it doesn't suit you." Your jaw clenched at her words.

Without warning, the entirety of your right arm lit up in flames and was aimed at Wanda in an instant.

You sent a wave of fire her way that she swiftly engulfed in her powers and sent back towards you. She looked less than impressed from your warningless attack.

"That was tacky." She said.

"I know, seemed fitting for you." You grinned but stopped when the red mist surrounded your body and lifted you into the air before a larger wave of fire was sent hurtling down to the redhead. The wall of fire blocked her view of you and subsequently dropped you to the ground as she dealt with the flames.

As soon as you landed and the fire parted you sent another blast Wanda's way only for her to do the exact same thing. You both ducked at the same time, your powers hitting opposite walls and leaving marks Tony would be on your asses about when he found out.

Wanda was clearly thinking the same thing. "We can't use our powers in an enclosed space, especially not yours." She said, her accent thickly woven into her voice.

"Okay then, let's see if Natasha's lessons have paid off." You said as you raised your fists and got into your defensive stance. Wanda mirrored you the way she had been taught and narrowed her eyes.

"They definelty have." She insisted as her eyes flickered over your form to try and identify your weak points already in a very obvious way.

"Just try to keep up." You mocked and swiftly moved to swipe her legs out from under her but she was surprisingly prepared. She jumped up to avoid your attack and kicked her leg out mid air and landed it on the center of your chest. You stumbled back in shock while Wanda looked very proud of herself. The last time you saw Wanda train it was clear she wasn't familiar with close range hand to hand combat. You hadn't expected her to improve so significantly in such a short amount of time.

You gritted your teeth and went for her stomach this time which she easily avoided but wasn't expecting another attack to follow so quickly. She blocked the continuous blows from you until you saw your moments and kicked one of her legs out from under her. Your mistake was thinking you succeeded the moment she was down because she spun around and kicked both of your legs out. You caught yourself partly as Wanda stood up so you were on kneeling.

Wanda's smirk was quick to take place when she saw your position, not missing the opportunity. "You look good when you're on your knees." She quipped.

Your eyes widened at her boldness and a heat rose up your neck that you knew wasn't your powers. You rolled back on the balls of your feet and swiftly stood up to look anywhere but the smug redhead infront of you.

"No snarky remark for that?" She challenged and you charged at her again. Anger feuled your attacks making them miscordinated and all round bad.

"Shut the fuck up, Maximoff." You huffed and made her grin even more at the clear signs that she was getting to you.

One of your punches was pushed to the side and Wanda took the chance to show you just how much she had learnt from Nat. You weren't entirely sure how she even did it it was so quick. Your arm was outstretched behind your back painfully due to Wanda's unrelenting grip on it and made it that much easier to push one of your legs down onto the floor. She held you like that for longer than necessary, soaking up the view of you struggling in her grasp.

"Get off." You snapped and winced when she pulled your arm back more.

"What's the magic word?" She teased.

"Now." You demanded. She tutted and pulled harder. "Maximoff!" You ordered through the pain. She leaned down beside you as her voice dropped to a low whisper.

"Beg." It was one word but you couldn't deny the effect it had on you. It was as though her light breath on your ear shot throughout your body and settled in a place you really didn't want it to.

You were about to object and tell her to stop being a bitch but her grip tightened and she pulled to a point where you thought your arm might just snap off under any more pressure.

"Please." You cried through gritted teeth. She instantly let go all too quickly and you collapsed onto the mat on your front. You heard her chuckle menacingly but cut herself off when Nat appeared in the doorway.

"We told you to write up your reports, not train." Natasha scolded as she watched you massage your shoulder and glare at Wanda.

"Sorry, just got a bit carried away." Wanda smiled, her innocent and sweet act that she put up for everyone except you returning. "Y/n's had enough now anyway." She smirked to herself.

"Fucking psycho." You muttered loud enough for her to hear but not Nat. Her jaw visibly clenched from that making you revel in the small victory as you finally got up from the mat.

"Just get on with the reports." Nat sighed and turned to leave as Wanda called out.

"On it."

"Aww, you trying to be a good girl, Maximoff?" You mocked as the pain subsided and your need to overrule what had happened came through.

"I don't have the time to stress over that, not when I'm busy putting brats in their place." Wanda said as she advanced towards you with a look you had only ever seen aimed at those you were fighting against.

"What?" You whispered as you backed up and felt your back hit the wall. Wanda's hand came up suddenly and wrapped itself around your throat firmly and cut off your breathing. Your eyes widened as you grabbed at her hands but she didn't budge. She looked amused at your efforts as her head tilted slightly to the side.

"And you certainly need to learn your place." She took her hand away and left you gasping for air for a split second before grabbing your arm and pulling you out of the gym.

You stumbled a little as you tried to keep up with Wanda's long strides you could usually match. Your whole body was already trembling in anticipation, more so by the tension filled silence between you both as you travelled through the compound and ended up outside the redhead's room.

She opened her door and shoved you into her room swiftly. You didn't have much chance to take in your surroundings because the Sokovian gripped the back of your neck and forced you to lay on your stomach on her bed.

She made quick work of your clothes, discarding them to some soon forgotten about corner.

You turned your head to the side and gripped the sheets as you felt Wanda's slim fingers trialing up the back of your thighs before she gripped them roughly and forced them apart and lifted your lower half up. Her fingers returned and glided along your drippikg folds, collecting your arousal as she reveled in the effect she had on you.

"What was it that made you this wet, slut? Was it being on your knees for me? Begging me? Or did you enjoy the pain? I bet you enjoyed me choking you too." She chuckled darkly and didn't wait for you to respond.

She slipped two fingers inside your soaking cunt without warning making you gasp out in pleasure. Her fingers curled inside you beautifully, brushing some kind of nerve ending every second they were buried inside you. She had you a moaning, quivering mess in no time.

"Wanda...fuck! Right there, oh God!" She snickered against your skin as she worked her fingers expertly. Even then she wanted to test you. Well it was more that she was setting you up for failure.

"Shut the fuck up. I don't want to hear another sound from that whiny mouth." She ordered and you couldn't help but shiver from her dominant nature.

Of course it didn't last long. Her fingers felt so damn perfect inside you and you couldn't help but moan at the unspeakable pleasure.

She brought her hand down fast and landed it on your ass with a harsh smack that echoed through the room. She did it to both of your asscheeks until they were bright red and you were trembling. The sadistic redhead didn't stop there, she continued to rain down smacks that edged you further to your edge with the pleasurable pain.

Soon, you were moaning into the air as you came around Wanda's slim fingers, desperatly clenching around them in an attempt to prolong the pleasure. Thankfully, she kept pumping her fingers inside you, not caring when the overstimulation kicked in. She even started scissoring her fingers inside you, stretching your walls in a way that has you whimper loudly.

"Gotta stretch you a little to get you ready for my piece, sweetheart." She said in a sinister tone. "There's no way you'd be able to take it otherwise, it's already going to reck you with its size." She husked into your ear and withdrew her fingers, spanking you again when you whined.

Wanda got off the bed and disappeared into her closet, shortly returning with a large strap secured around her waist and pointed at you. You whimpered at the sight of it, not sure you could handle its size.

The Sokovian kneeled behind you and gripped your hips with both her hands as she lined up the strap with your entrance.

"I'm going to fill you up so nicely, Princess. Gonna have your cumming in no time." She husked, her voice dripping with lust.

A scream was ripped from your throat when Wanda thrust the entirety of the strap into your pussy. She set about her harsh, abusing pace instantly and preened at the sound of the pleasure filled cries that left you.

She grabbed a fistful of your hair and slammed your head down into the pillows on your side do she could still hear all of your desperate moans. The rough action earned the redhead a cry of her name.

Her pace was unrelenting, everytime she thrust back into you she somehow managed to hit deeper, pounding the toy against the most sensitive and pleasurable part of your cunt.

"Mommy!" You moaned loudly, not realising your slip up until the words left your lips. Your eyes widened and you feared Wanda's response, but what you got was a smack from the redhead that stung your ass in the best way. Her fucked you with increasing vigor too, wanting you title to spill from your lips again. And it did. Over and over, each time going straight to Wanda's pussy.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum." You whimpered as you gripped onto the sheets tighter to prepare yourself for your release. But Wanda pulled the strap out the the very tip and held it there as she leant over to whisper in your ear.

"Beg me." She ordered and you whimpered again. It wasn't like you hadn't already submitted to the red head you hated but begging would be something that would loom over you for a while.

Your thoughts clashed with the overwhelming need from your pussy as it desleratly tried to clamp down on the tip that didn't provide nearly enough pleasure.

"Please, Wanda." You whispered.

"Please who?" She asked sweetly, clearly testing you making you groan.

"Please, mommy just let me cum." You whined and Wanda smacked your ass hard. She edged the dildo in further ever so slowly and stopped again.

"Mommy, please! I need to cum." You tried again, desperation seeping into your voice. Wanda hummed.

"I can see that." She mused as she rubbed small circles on your throbbing and soaked clit. "I just don't see why I should, brat." She punctuated the name with a harsh slap to your ass again and you caught onto what she was hinting at.

"Please, I'll...I'll be so good for you, mommy."

"Yeah, baby?"

"Yes! Please mommy I'll be so so good for you. Just please please let me c-" You were abruptly cut off by your own whorish moan as Wanda snapped her hips forwards and filled you up entirely.

One of her hands tangled itself in your hair and forced your head down into the pillows, not stopping your incoherent babbles filling the room along with the sound of your pussy being fucked by Wanda and her thighs slapping against yours.

The Sokovian tugged on your hair again so your head was off the pillow.

"I'm gonna cum!" You cried out into the air.

"That's it, baby. Soak my fucking cock." And with that demand you came harder than you ever had around Wanda's strap and moaned continuously as the redhead prolonged your pleasure by continuing to pound into you.

But it soon became too much for your sensitive pussy. You squirmed away from Wanda but she placed one hand on the middle of your back to keep you flat against the bed.

"Too much." You managed to say, however the redhead didn't seem to care.

"I'm nowhere near done with you, Princess."

*

Laying panting and gripping onto Wanda's bedsheets like a lifeline wasn't exactly what you expected to be doing on a Thursday night. You were drenched in sweat and although Wanda had pulled out the toy minutes prior, you were sure you could still feel it filling you up, the faint throbbing a forewarning of what was to come.

It took you a while to gather the strength to get up. With anyone else you probably would have just stayed the night in their bed, but you weren't sure you could do that with Wanda. Although she wouldn't kick you out, you didn't like the thought of sleeping beside the redhead. It seemed far too...soft? Whatever it was, you were sure Wanda would agree.

You searched for your clothes while she took a most likely deliberately long shower, images of her naked figure covered in water invading your mind.

Once you cursed them away they were just replaced with flashes of what you had been doing for all those hours, remembering how she pulled on your hair as she praised you when you went down on her. Of course you did that while on your knees.

What happened between you and Wanda wasn't a one time thing. In fact it became increasingly common until you were in each other's beds almost every night. You would have been fuck buddies if you had considered each other a friend.

It worked. You and Wanda were able to work out your pent up frustration towards each other in a way that didn't hurt one another....well, if that didn't include the scratches along Wanda's back and the constant aching between your legs.

You didn't even make snide comments about each other in meetings or during training. You were able to keep everything in the bedroom.

The success of what you two had going forced you to ignore the noteable change in feelings you had towards Wanda. You saw her differently but couldn't quite tell how. Sometimes it was as though the unplaceable emotion you had towards her from from start spiked and other times you were purely confused.

It was always most prominent after she made you crash over the edge of bliss or when she came undone beneath you. Those moments when your bodies went limp and you were caught up in each other's embrace because you didn't have the energy to move. Hearing her exhausted breathing match her rising and falling chest and faint heartbeat if you had your head on her chest. Those tender moments were the ones that caught you off guard.

You refused to make a big deal out of it though. You refused to investigate your feelings or even acknowledge them. What you had with Wanda was the most efficient thing you could do. You didn't want to muck it up but you knew it couldn't go on forever. Another labelless feeling emerged at that thought.

Natasha was the only one who knew what you were doing. Neither of you told her, the spy was able to figure it all out on her own quickly and confronted you both about it once, only saying to be careful. That was the only time she addressed it verbally but you could always feel her watching you both carefully when you trained.

You thought it was going great. You and Wanda had finally been cleared for a mission that you would both be on, the team certainly needed the man power. That was until Nat told you otherwise.

"What do you mean I'm not going?!" You exclaimed across the room. You had seen Nat in the meeting room looking up something on her tablet and had gone in to enquire something about the mission that was long forgotten.

"I've thought about it and you and Wanda still aren't deemed the most reliable when put together for a mission, with this one being as important as it is we can't afford to make mistakes." Natasha sighed.

"So why don't you take Wanda off the mission? I have more experience."

"Her powers are perfectly fitted to this mission, we need her."

"And not me." You knew you came across as petty, but you had been dying to go back into the field.

"Y/n." Nat tried but you scoffed and glared at the screens with those assigned to the mission. Your eyes found Wanda's picture first and your jaw clenched at the sight of her ridiculously attractive face.

"What did she say to you?" You demanded as something clicked in your brain.

"She didn't say anything, this is my judgement." Natasha began but you didn't buy it.

"We both know if it was you you would have told me as soon as you decided it. You had no issue with me and Wanda being on this mission before. Hell, you cleared us both for the field." Nat glanced down at her tablet guiltily as she searched her brain for another hopeless lie.

"This is unbelievable." You scoffed and turned sharply on your heels to storm out of the room, ignoring your name being called by Nat.

You soon found Wanda in the kitchen making herself a coffee as she hummed softly. You willed your brain to ignore the warmth you got from seeing the redhead in her own, peaceful world.

"Do you have a problem with me?" You demanded, snapping her out of her trance. She visibly figited when she saw you approach her and lean on the edge of the kitchen island on you hands with an expectant look.

"No?" She said, seeming unsure.

"Don't you fucking lie to me." She seemed startled by your increasing aggression.

"What are you talking about?" She asked as she stirred her drink.

"Don't play dumb with me, Maximoff. You got me off the mission!" Wanda stopped her movements as she froze, clearly caught off guard by your discovery. Given how Nat had acted you guessed you weren't meant to find out it was Wanda who said something.

"It's for the best." She finally said but avoided your eye.

"It is not your place to decide what's best for me, you don't get to do that." You argued.

"There should only be a few people on the mission." She tried.

"I know that, I've seen the intel. But we already discussed that those people should be powered. Why am I being taken off?" You demanded again.

"It's dangerous." She muttered as she stared down at her drink.

"It's my fucking job. You think I don't know that."

"Of course you do, but there's a bigger risk than the usual missions we've been on. A bigger risk of you getting hurt." She muttered the last bit, like she wasn't entirely sure she wanted you to hear her. Granted, Wanda showing concern for your safety was new.

"Any one of us could get hurt." You said, lowering your voice marginally.

"But it's you I'm worried about." She insisted. It was your turn to become uncomfortable, shifting slightly under her gaze that held something new.

"I can take care of myself." You said as you crossed your arms, feeling a sudden defensive need to protect yourself.

"I know... but I care about you." You exhaled slowly, becoming increasingly uncomfortable at the tone of her voice. "If something happened to you..." She continued, "I don't know what I would do." Her voice was barely above a whisper, the softness laced in it undeniable. It sparked something in you. Something you didn't want to accept.

"Good luck on your mission, Maximoff." You said through gritted teeth and went to leave but Wanda was behind you instantly and took ahold of your hand to pull you back.

"Wait, I wasn't done-"

"Well I am." You snapped and yanked your hand out of her grip.

"What..?" She said slowly.

"If you don't want to work with me then we won't, no need to keep fucking anymore." You huffed and went to walk away.

"That wasn't what I-"

"Stop!" It wasn't a cry of anger. It was pure desperation. Your pleading look took Wanda by surprise and pained her to see. "Just stop before you say something you can't unsay." You said shakily. Your unspoken message was received. You didn't want to hear about Wanda's feelings towards you. She just didn't know it was because you were afraid that it would uncover what you had been feeling all along. You couldn't handle it. You were scared.

Wanda nodded, defeated, and let you go. You were filled with grief as you walked away, your footsteps feeling heavier than usual. You wanted to look back, to go back to her. But you couldn't.

*

You distracted yourself with a particularly ruthless training session the day of Wanda's mission. Carol showed you no mercy in sparring, weight lifting and boxing - even encouraging power use every now and then. But your mind still wandered to the redhead the way it usually did.

When you finally collapsed on the mat in defeat Carol chuckled and tossed you your waterbottle before encouraging an ice bath and strolling out of the gym for her evening flight.

You stayed on the floor for a while after you finished your water, only stopping staring up at the ceiling when Nat's outline blocked the lights. You sat up and looked at her hopefully, seeing that she was back from monitoring the mission and didn't seem distraught or upset.

"How did it go?" You asked as she sat down across from you.

"It was a success." She said but she didn't seem all that happy.

"And everyone's okay?" You asked cautiously. Nat gave a half shug and sighed lightly.

"There was ice - a lot if it and it was so cold. Dangerously cold." Nat started. You tried not to clench your jaw or show any signs of annoyance, knowing there was no need to point out that mission was fitted for you and your powers that would have guaranteed everyone's safety.

"Wanda got a little cut up, it was impossible to fight on that ground." You eyed the door and bit your lip, refraining from giving in to the urge to go see her.

"She doesn't want to talk to anyone right now, but she needs seeing to the cut." Nat said as she placed a first aid kit down infront of you. She was back already? And why did you have the kit?

"She won't see anyone either." Nat said before you could verbally question her. It took a moment for you to understand what she was saying.

"I don't think she wants to see me, Nat." You said as you pushed it back her way only for her to toss it into your lap.

"Goddmit, y/n. Can you two stop dancing around each other and actually talk?!" She exclaimed.

"We tried that-"

"Talking, y/n, not shouting or arguing. Talking." She said firmly and got up before you could protest further.

You pondered over what Natasha said for a while. You knew she had a good point, that talking was exactly what you should have done from the start, but it was just another thing that frightened you.

"Your job is facing your fears." You muttered aloud to yourself.

You finally got up from the ground, first aid kit in hand, and trudged along the compound towards Wanda's room. You tried to figure out what you could say on the way. But it all came out a jumbled mess that made no sense. Multiple times you stopped in the hallways and considered turning back before convincing yourself to keep going.

You knocked softly on Wanda's door and was surprised that it opened for you. The redhead in question was sat on her bed with a pillow in her lap, fiddling with her hands the way she always did when she was anxious or deep in thought. That evening it was both.

She glanced up at you as you closed the door but turned back to her pillow quickly when you gave her a short smile that didn't quite meet your eyes.

Regardless, you cautiously walked towards her bed and sat down next to her with the small box between you. You brought one of your legs up under you so you could face Wanda and eyed the cut above her eyebrow in concern. She still didn't say anything, neither did you.

You opened up the small box and got out a pack of wound closure strips and carefully unwrapped one. Wanda didn't object to you gently holding the area around her cut as you placed the strip on and lightly smoothed over the edges until you were sure it would stay on.

"I let my emotions cloud my judgement." She mumbled as you prepped another strip.

"It happens to all of us." You said.

"But I didn't listen to you. I should have." You sighed and stopped unwrapping the strip to look up at the redhead and watch her closely. She looked back at you with a guilty and pained expression that was full of regret.

"Yeah." You nodded slowly as you went back to the medical tape and raised your hands to put it on but the Sokovian held your wrist to stop you. "What's done is done, so just let me put these on and we're good." You said but she still didn't let go.

"Just like that?" She questioned.

"The mission was a success. If I'd had been there you wouldn't have gotten hurt, that's all."

"You were really mad though." She continued and you put your hands down to rest them, not failing to notice that Wanda was still holding your wrist but with a much lighter grip.

"It's hard to stay mad at you." You admitted.

"You've always been mad at me."

"Well it wasn't exactly like you were the friendliest person to me." You pointed out. "I was never mad at you, Wanda. I just hated that... that you made me feel something I've never trusted, so I didn't trust you. It was never your fault, I was unfair." You admitted as you stared down at the tape the whole time, afraid to meet the redhead's eyes.

"What did you feel?" Wanda asked, her voice void of emotion making it more difficult for you to say. You gulped as you continued to stare at the tape, willing yourself to give Wanda the answer she needed. The answer she deserved.

"Love." You voice shook. "I loved... love you." You were shaking more as you finally looked up at Wanda. Her eyes were wide and her lips slightly parted like there was a million thoughts trying to be heard but without the ability to.

She didn't say anything for a while. A long while. She stared at you in disbelief then at her pillow as though it would give her all the answers.

Tears rushed to your eyes that you tried to blink away as your head swam with curses to yourself for admitting your feelings. You had opened up and been vulnerable to Wanda, and the result was the exact reason you had sworn to never do it again.

Once you were sure she wasn't going to say anything to you, you took it as your cue to leave. To leave so Wanda could prepare her rejection speech for you. However, as soon as you put your hand to the door she spoke out.

"Please don't go."

You turned around slowly and met her light brown eyes you had always found impossible not to get lost in when you had your fingers or tongue inside her. You timidly went back to the bed and paused before sitting down next to her, facing the wall instead of her this time.

"I thought it was one sided." She started and you felt yourself begin to shake with nerves again. "I thought you didn't love me back." You looked to Wanda quickly and searched her features for any signs of a lie, any signs that she was setting you up to push you down but she was gazing back at you longingly with tears glistening in her eyes.

"When you confronted me about the mission, I was going to say it then, you knew that." You squeezed your eyes shut and nodded, remembering the fear you felt in that moment.

"I wasn't ready, I thought I wouldn't ever be but," You took a deep breath "I want to try, for you." You took ahold of Wanda's hand to reiterate your point. "I care about you too Wanda, so much. More than I could ever express or even handle and I didn't know what to do about it. I mean we've tried a fair few things now," You both laughed a little, "but it I don't think any of them are going to work as well as accepting it and...and I don't know." You looked to her for guidance because fuck did you need it. You needed Wanda to guide you down whatever path you chose to take, as long as she was there with you.

"Maybe we could start with something small." She suggested with a small smile that made her eyes shine.

"Like a coffee date?" You tried.

"Exactly like that." She confirmed, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze.

"Then I'll pick you up around 2." You said cheesily making Wanda laugh. "But first, I have to finish tending to this cut." You declared as you turned around to face her entirely and crossed your legs under you, pausing for a moment to give Wanda a short and sweet kiss.

[tiens-letters]

Oohh another request haha. I love this thank you and i hope you like it :>

were the bruises to your heart worth it?

Childe angst

You mulled over your sister's words for the nth time today. Her voice playing on loop inside your head, drifting in and out of a mundane daydream.

"why are you still with him?" you wondered as well as to why you still stuck with Ajax, all these days in 3 years of being wit him. Perhaps it was devotion, it was love to persevere even in the wrath of crumbling times and yet why does your heart ache a little more these days he's been far from you.

The days when he would come home, wounded and tired you were there to nurse him back. Back then it was something you'd do out of care and worry, which was until these recent days where it felt as if it were a job you didnt want to do as he would shrug you off instead and locking himself in another room. You barely remember the time where you both shared a quiet night basking in each other's presence, with limbs in a tangle and your forehead upon his beating chest, it was almost none existent as the home you both had felt so utterly desolate, void of the homey ambience.

Youve endured a month of his uncalled behaviour, breaking you even further as things slipped from your grasp leaving you empty and in agony. There were times you'd silently let tears fall as he slept so soundly beside you, unbothered by your pain. He's become more and more as the harbinger you forgot him to be and not your darling lover Ajax.

He never noticed your puffy eyes, sunken cheeks and dwindling weight yet he noticed all the small mistakes youve made. Where one day, left you with a bruise on the arm due his snake like grip after blowing up on you right after he came home from a long journey to sumeru.

You left. 

Childe came home earlier than expected, once again tired and nursing a few minor wounds on his body. All he wanted was your touch on his skin as you lulled him to sleep only that to his utter surprise that the house was empty. Perhaps you went out for an errand or for another pot of your favourite flower that you kept in the small garden at the back.

Not giving it too much thought, he lounged on the couch awaiting your return, eyelids soon drooping as the soft pillow coaxed him to sleep.

As the grandfather clock swings its pendulum, the sound echoing through the whole room signifying the arrival of midnight, an eerie sound waking Childe back to consciousness. Groggy from rising he scanned the room only to find it darker than before, if it werent for the nearby lamp he switched open, he swore he couldve been swallowed by the darkness.

Were you not home yet?

A dreadful feeling washed over him as your presence was nowhere around the house. He called out for you as he rushed through the halls, a sliver of hope vanishing every corner turned and every door opened led to nothing but misery.

You always leave a note as to where you are going and yet it was another one out of the many abnormalities in his home.

"Darling? Please i hope youre not playing with me!" he calls out to no one in particular, denying the fact of your existence gone with the wind. Your clothes were all intact and so does your other belongings. He thought of every possibility of what couldve befallen his lover, mostly gravitating towards the worst of the worst case scenarious and may the archons forbid, he would never recover from the blow.

"Where are you?!"

Then it dawned on him after much pondering and pulling his falling parts together. The things he did, the words he said it all came flooding through him like a rushing cold river, hitting him fair and square in the chest and came forth an otherworldly pain and regret. He gasps, almost suffocating by the weight of his sins and he wished he had died right then and there in atonement for his crimes.

Soon his vision became bleary as eyes misted over with tears that fell freely from his ocean eyes. He ruined it. Ruined you.

And yet he could not let you go.

Days seemed to pass by so fast that it had already been 5 months of liberation from Ajax's presence. You were slowly building yourself up once again, the temple that was torn down by a single crack, slowly being rebuilt brick by brick.

Your love for Ajax, even if it left quite the bruise to your heart, it was still there, lingering in the air and a part of you missed him so. You wondered how he would be doing, you wondered if he looked for you just as you did when he didnt come home on the date set, you wonder if he wept when he couldnt feel you next to him, just as you did 150 days ago. You wondered if he ever called your name all the while giving a lingering kiss to the painting that hung on the foyer. You wondered if what you both had, had any significance to him at all.

"Stop doing that." you jolted from where you sat, the book falling off your lap as you met your sister's stern glare from across the room.

"Stop doing what?"

"You are thinking about Tartaglia again. Its been over 5 months and that blundering fool never made an effort to find you much less apologize for what he did when you were still there." there was anger in her voice as she recounted the day you came to her door, teary eyed and just utterly torn. Never once did she felt like murdering someone so bad, especially when it had you, her only family involved.

"Im sorry, I-i just--"

"Hush now." she came over in her elegant strides to take you in her arms, the familiar scent of your mother's favorite perfume stayed on her like second skin and you were so grateful that you had her. You let yourself cry in her embrace in quiet comfort.

Childe never stopped.

Secretly searching for atleast a tiny clue of your whereabouts wore him down to the bone and yet he never gave up. How could he? Even if he thought he was so undeserving of you he still pushed on to right what wrong he's made. The details gathered had been insufficient to serve as a lead making Childe more desperate in his attempt to search for you. Nights were spent on scouring places and information seeking and his work, only done in the daytime. He never wasted a wink on sleep as it was an obstacle to getting closer to you and even when his body collapsed due to exhaustion of overworking all he could think was you.

The search has led a certain fatui informant who works for one of the harbingers. With a note slipped in secrecy on a specific time containing an address on the small parchment. It was all Childe needed to fuel his buried hope as he took off towards snezhenaya.

He never imagined he'd arrive right in front of the iron gates that encased the whole estate atop a mountain. The wind bellowed stronger than before as the snow rained harder upon the place. Luckily, he was born in this region and had survived throughout. 

He wondered why you came here, to such a dreadful place but then again, anywhere was better than right by him.

Trying to push open the gates only to be repelled by cryo magic, burning through his gloves and into his skin, leaving fresh burns on his palms as he gasped in pain. Whoever lives here clearly didnt want anyone trespassing much less had a fancy for guests.

He was starting to grow cold as his energy was slowly being siphoned by days of travel, it would only take a matter of time before he passes out.

He calls out, hoping someone inside would hear him.

And you did, only that it seemed like the wind but the time you looked outside the library window, you saw a person outside the gates. The familiar ginger hair tousled with the wind and as you strained your ears to hear and that was when it filled your ears, Ajax's voice. Something you havent heard in quite a long time.

As quick as lightning you stood, half running half gliding through the halways and down the stairs, there was no coherent thought, only him. He was freezing outside the barrier and you pushed yourself more to reach him.

Your figure stepping out through the door was almost like a dream to him. Your name oh so longingly leaving his bluing lips.

"Ajax!" you were in time as you caught his figure which seemed lighter than before. He clung to you, legs desperately tryinf to hold him up. You were here, right in his arms, alive and warm.

"Im sorry. Im so sorry. Please I love you." he rambles on, like a mantra he apologizes over and over again, sobbing and stumbling on his words as he held you so achingly close "Forgive me. Forgive me..."

"Step away from him this instant." your sister, Signora hisses from behind you, just as you were about to coax Ajax she already had a cryo dagger aimed at his head

"Sister please!" you plead, your panic growing as you saw Ajax huffing in labored breaths "Let him come inside or he will freeze to death."

Signora sees the urgency in your eyes and the undying devotion you still hold for the man in your arms. She dematerializes the dagger with a wave of her hand.

"Fine but if I see tears in your eyes then dont you ever dare stop me from what Im going to do to him."

"Thank you sister." you smile at her as she steps backs inside the house and you follow in after her with Ajax leaning on you for support. Once inside, you had him lay on the couch by the fire after helping him out of his winter garments and replacing it for a knitted quilt.

"Im sorry." bloodshot ocean eyes looked at you with so much guilt and a love that you almost forgot "I-i im so so sorry."

"Lets talk about this after youve rested." this time you couldnt look at him, the ache in your heart throbs from the bruises it still nursed. You stood before falling further only for him to catch your shaking hand with his equally shaking one.

"Dont leave." he whimpers, the fear of abandonment increasing as he pleaded for you to stay. instead, you let go of his hand and placed yours instead over his eyes making him uncharacteristically shriek surprising you even more, making you think what other worldly pain he was experiencing as of  the moment. "No! No No.  Please Its dark." 

Ajax cries as he thrashed around because he feared that if he sleeps he would go back to the nightmare of you not by his side and that would leave him all cold and alone just like in the past. he didnt want to go back there, not now when he's seen you. As much as he'd hate to admit, he was truly and utterly terrified but you had to let him rest and with the help of your vision he finally succumbed to a dreamless, peaceful sleep. Only that he calmed down did you notice how much he's lost, where your once sunken cheeks, puffy eyes and weight loss now transferred to him and it made you sick to your stomach. your lips found his forehead as you wished him a good rest, you left the room after bandaging his burned hands to gather yourself for when he finally came to his sensible self.

when you thought it was going to take a full day for him to wake up  only to find him stumbling about in the living room calling your name on his lips like a broken record. you immediately rushed down and burst into the room to find him clutching his head and gasping breathlessly. he looked crazed until he caught sight of you standing by the door, a worried look on your face was when he finally came to. he ran to you, clung to you like it was the last day of the world to live and sighed into your welcoming smell. 

"are you alright now?" you ask him as you part in arms width 

"Hit me." he tells you in all seriousness in his worn out state 

"W-what?" you were certain he was still out of it until he grabbed your hand in an attempt to hit himself to which you stopped immediately 

"Hit me! Scream at me all you want. Call me words Ive called you. Ive broken you! Do you not see that?!" funny how he couldnt see himself, he who's become worse over the course of the months . his tone rose and fell until it was only a whisper above his panting 

"Just dont abandon me." he shuts his eyes, steeling himself for your judgment  until he felt your hands on his face again, making soothing circles on his cheek 

"look at me Ajax." you coax him and he did and he could see assurance and the love for him still remained and he wanted to cry again but tears have long gone abandoned him and left him in such a regretful state, he truly didnt deserve you and you never deserved to be treated that way. "Youve hurt me yes and nothing can change that but I wasnt planning on you leaving you. I couldnt as I love you too much that I wouldnt imagine life without you but Ajax, the things you did to me, to us,  was painful." 

"I know and Im so sorry." he held himself from rambling as the pain in chest grew even more burdensome, something he would willingly carry as he vows to himself to never hurt you and if he did  then he would tear himself down "I love you" 

"and I to you Ajax. Just promise me that when you are having a hard time, let us talk it out and not result to screaming and painful banters." 

"I promise darling. on my life and everything in this world. I vow to never cause you pain like I did and to only give you love and care that someone like you deserve." 

there he was, your Ajax. He was home. 

[mochikeiji]

Enough For Me

Request: "Congratulations on 1k!!! you deserve it, you’re a really good writer. Can i request prompt 12 “please don’t cry” angst to fluff with yuuta from jjk. thank you, congrats."

12. "please, don't cry."

↠ Pairing: Okkotsu Yuta x Reader

↠ Warning: angst to fluff

↬ Word Count: 1.5k

↳ from Go! Go! Gogatsu Event

When did every thing become so loud?

One minute you were similing. Laughing loud with a hint of the obvious enjoyment masked on your features. Then second you're staring to nowhere but silence greeting you. An expression so dim that the light in your eyes wasn't present as well. Left at the forest training grounds, the others had already gone back to their dorms. You told them you were staying for a bit for extra training when in reality, you were looking for an outlet without anyone witnessing your hour of vulnerability.

Stupid clan and their elders. As disrespectful as it may sound, you understood now why Gojo despises them. Loud it was to the point it deafens your ears; the murmurs of a child cast away from the bloodline because of the mockery it holds. A no good sorcerer was never welcome in families like yours. People would still chew on your head even when you have your backs turned on them. So frustrating it was to shoulder a burden of their devilish gossip and expectations.

At first it was alright. You handled it well. But to the extent where one of the higher ups brought it up during a meeting? How many people know of you and the disappointment you carry?

Gojo had his fist clenched that day. Maki understood you more than anyone, having to be someone who ran away from her clan as well. Inumaki and Panda did their best in comforting you, telling you that humans are weird to drag other humans down when they're the same race. That was just being so entitled, said Panda. You however, convinced your comrades you were fine. You were used to it. And it was fine.

It didn't matter what other's say as long as other's knew you for what you weren't, right?

That doesn't mean you couldn't help but become overwhelmed of the impact they had on you. Like knives forcefully shoved their ways through your heart. The pack of negative energy should've been enough to form a large curse that could take you.

Loud it was indeed. To have so many people shit their way into your life when you only wanted to live yours and not bother theirs.

You gulped down the heavy lump in your throat. Caught up in the fog of profanities from the world. Who were you kidding, you weren't Maki who can handle all this thrown at her. Tumbling and falling, that was all you knew about yourself in your whole life. The nails that grip in your palms pierced through the skin as blood trickles down, no amount of pain could level the amount of pent up emotions you buried in your heart.

Perhaps you've were born in the wrong time and place. If only you were a simple civilian, maybe life wouldn't be so bad. A loving family would be there, instead of the ones that were throwing their unfulfilled dreams to their children and controlling of their destiny.

The look in your mother's eyes will forever haunt you. Looking already as tired as you were, her eyes spoke more emotion than you could ever endure as loveless, empty ones met your teary gaze that very day.

"I only wanted a daughter who could've done so much for me as I've given her life after birth."

Your heart throbs, soon you were down on the dirt covered ground on your knees. The weight of her words colliding in the world you swore was a safe space for you. It shouldn't matter. Not when they've cast you away and yet, no matter what there is, she was still your mother.

And still the pain is as fresh as ever coming from the one you used to call, "family."

As loud as your world was, your cries were louder and clearer this very night. As if with all your might, you wanted to scream from above on how this was truly unfair. Wanting someone— anyone to hear you curse at the world you were forced to live in. It hurts your lungs, it was indeed hard to grasp small bits of oxygen when your insides felt like they were shrinking from the compact.

You wish you could scream at your mother that deep inside you still loved her. Even as a child who never received the motherly love they deserved, you loved her dearly. It was by instincts and the remains of your vision as a baby, being held in someone arms in hushing your cries.

The surface felt so firm unlike you remembered how it was when you were young. Yet the warm embrace felt nostalgic as it shielded you from the cold blistering wind of the night, you find yourself searching against the surface without a care of any danger or anything anymore. You wanted to be comforted for once. To not feel alone.

"Please don't cry."

Small hushes drowned out your sobs, an arm wrapped firmly around your waist while the other pets your head at the outmost caring matter. Curling closer, your hand held the one on top of your head. Taking in the rough texture, but reminding yourself that someone was now here in your time of need. Here after being away most of the times.

"Yeah, it's me." sensing your troubles as he averts his gaze away from you as if he was embarrassed. "I heard what happened. I managed to finish up much just to get here." next to him was the blade he carries around. Probably less hazardous as to why he place it down.

"Yuta.." sobbing as you clutched on the white material he wore. He immediately reverts back to soothing you in your distressed state. Something about the way he holds you only made you tear up more. It broke his heart in pieces to see you hold onto him as if he was the only person left to anchor yourself. And here he thought he had it worse back then, your body language brought this resemblance to the girl he used to hold just as he was doing now.

"Shh, I promise you that none of those words said about you is true."

Easier said, he knew that. It was easy to reassure someone of their thoughts, but it's not that easy to erase. The mind is a wondrous and torturous place to be in. Old memories can be dug out to the surface and you'd still feel the emotion like it just happened yesterday. Oh if you had Yuta's vision of you, you'd believe in his words.

A strong role model like you is exactly the reason why Yuta aims to be the strongest as well. To help people realize that strength isn't found in the words of other human beings, but within yourself. Yes, it's a harsh world we live in. Those who feel lowly amongst themselves would drag those above them. And those who feel the surge of entitlement snarls at those below them.

But no matter who it is that doubts you, and your potentials, there would always be someone behind you, with the glimmer in their eyes, you are their hope and inspiration in some ways.

That is what Yuta murmurs next to your ear, your cries now subsided to focus on his voice. "You're doing great. We've seen it. I've seen it." facing you with his boyish smiles, you wondered how'd this guy who came looking like a ragged mess become someone twinkling brighter than the stars above the night sky. It was contagious, it made you smile so minimal.

"There's that pretty smile." chuckling, he pats your head softly like treating a little kid. Yuta knows deep down that he can't fully resolve the thoughts inside of you— one of these days you'll have these moments again. And it saddens him because he's often away from you. Yet he's breathless at the fact that you're able to hold yourself off with all these tormenting you.

"You're amazing, darling." came out lower than a whisper before his lips closed in with yours. Last time he kissed you boy was he sweating buckets. He wasn't even as bold as now to be able to initiate first and pull you flush against his chest. But the erratic pace of his heart still was the same as ever. The loudness that had clouded you vanished. All you could hear now were pleasant chorus played by the crickets of the night and the wind lacing together throughout the atmosphere.

He promises to do much more with you for the time being. Help you mend the wounds no one can see and assist with the battles you two could only share and understand. One day as he stated before he would walk through the doors of your clan and prove to them that you were the diamond in the rough they've thrown but he's found.

You were his own butterfly. Beautiful to his eyes, you bestowed your wings; and to yours you cannot see but for people to admire.

"Give yourself more credit. You've done so much, my love."

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[captain039]

Under the mountain

PART 2

Alpha!Thorin x omega!reader

Warnings: ABO, heats, pure smut, age gap, dick head parent, mates, feelings, first time, intimacy, knots, dom/sub, oral, fingering, light angst after all the smutiness.

18+ things xD

Last chapter <-

A knock came, you figured it was Balin and didn’t answer. Gods you felt horrid, your body was not functioning properly and these poor dwarves had to deal with it. They don’t even know you and here you were in the king’s bed soaking up his scent. The door opened and closed slowly, you could hear hesitant steps and frowned lifting your head. The king stood by the door, eyes dark, the only thing to light the room was the fire and candles.

“I’m sorry,” you said lying your head back down as you felt more tears. You closed your eyes, clutched the pillow you were hugging and sniffled. You heard movement and frowned seeing him pull up a chair beside your bed before he sat down. You lifted your head slightly again a frown on your face.

“Don’t be sorry?” he said voice soft. You rested your head again and cried. He hushed you gently rested his palm on your cheek. Your body shivered and you basked in the simple touch.

“I am glad you are here,” he said and you frowned.

“What Balin said was true” he looked to the ground.

“You are my one, my mate as a man would call it” you looked to him, heart pounding in your chest as he stroked your cheek.

“I’d given up long ago trying to find you,” he said sadly and you saddened.

“When you stepped into the mountain I knew, I didn’t realise what your father had done though” his shoulders tensed as you laid your hand atop of his in your cheek.

“I thought you were scared of the heights” he added sheepishly and you chuckled through tears.

“I didn’t know what would happen,” you said breathing a little harshly.

“I was scared, I thought he’d ruined me” you cried softly and the alpha growled.

“The herbs will leave your body, you won’t be ruined,” The king said as you clutched his hand. He lifted it off your cheek, lying it on the pillow instead, still letting you clutch it. Someone else walked in, the alpha king tensing.

“Thorin” you heard Balin say surprised.

“Glad to see you’ve come to your senses” he muttered and walked to the bedside table lying a tray of food down.

“You’ll be all right Lass,” Balin said before disappearing again. Thorin relaxed after the beta had left, glancing at the food.

“Are you hungry?” He asked and you shook your head. You hadn’t stopped your thighs clenching together, the slick getting soaked up by the towel you grabbed when Balin left for food. You clenched his hand feeling overly hot once again. Your body trembled and you sighed.

“I won’t take advantage of you in this state,” The king said and you whined.

“Please” you muttered tugging on his hand. He shook his head taking his hand back, you let out a whine again and clutched the pillow.

“Everything hurts” you sobbed.

“If my father just let it happen it wouldn’t hurt so much!” You had snapped without meaning too, emotions flooding in and out. He growled low in his throat at the mention of your father, gods you needed him, body aching all over, your cunt clenching around nothing.

“Alpha” you mumbled reaching for his hand again.

“Alpha, please” you added and he gave you his hand again. You tugged a little harshly surprised by your own strength as he tumbled a bit. He braced himself on the edge of the bed, a glint in your eyes as you stared at him.

“Stop,” he said voice low and commanding as you lifted your head and pressed your lips to the corner of his mouth.

“Omega” he added in warning but you didn’t listen, as you mouthed at his throat. You held your body up with all your strength as he shuddered. He snarled though grabbed the back of your neck and tugged you back. You gasped at the action seeing his eyes blazing again. He was glaring though it wasn’t aimed at you, he was inwardly battling as you lifted your hand to cup his cheek.

“Please” you repeated softly. He leant forward, forehead leaning on yours. Your eyes slipped shut as you sighed softly and stroked his cheek. Your mind was too clouded in need to be embarrassed. Your other arm went to his shoulder, you were lying on your back now as you tugged him with you. He followed, climbing on the bed hands by your head, knees by your hips. You hesitantly pressed your lips to his in a small kiss. He made a sigh before a low growl came and he kissed you roughly. You moaned lewdly and wrapped your arms around his neck, tugging him closer. His hands grabbed your arms though, forced your hands back down to the bed and pinned them there. You whined and withered under him, pushing against his hold but he was stranger. You had to pull back to breathe, panting loudly as the king mouthed around your neck.

You let out whined at each spot he kissed, tilting your head to the side, making a pleased hum come from him. He bit down softly against the skin between neck and shoulder, before panting against your skin. He sat up resting back against your hips lightly as he tugged the blanket away. He lifted each knee before throwing it away and claiming your lips again. His hands were quick to hold yours down again, clasping your hands this time though. His hands were bigger than yours, gripping your hand tightly. You hissed slightly when he held too tight, his grip loosening instantly.

“Sorry, Armalime” he muttered peppering small kisses over your face. You let out a small giggle his hair brushing against you also. He let your hands go shuffling down slightly as he kissed around your neck again. You sighed hands resting where he left them, head tilting again. His hand gripped the hem of the tunic, tugging it up past your stomach. You sat up as he pulled it over your head and discarded it on the ground. He sat back a moment, staring at your body, hand resting on your rib. You flushed furiously, body shaking with need, a layer of sweat covering it while his eyes devoured you.

You flushed furiously, looking away before he began to discard his own clothes. You looked back, holding your breath as he slipped off his own tunic and discarded it on the floor. You gulped slightly, mouth opening as you glanced down his chest then back to his eyes. He smirked slightly leaning back down to kiss you again, you lifted your hand, pushed all his hair back on one side and gripped it. He groaned into the kiss, nipping the bottom of your lip as you gripped it again. He pulled back slightly, making you whine as you tried to bring him forward. You didn’t mean to pull, to caught up in everything, you chased his lips again but he leant back making you whine and deflate back against the pillow. The king chuckled, he knew he was pushing buttons, but he leant down again, pressing his lips to the middle of your chest. His lips ghosted over your left nipple making you suck in your breath. Your hand left his hair going to grip the sheets instead as he pressed his lips around your nipple. You made a surprised noise at the feeling, you held the sheets tightly as he mouthed and sucked before his teeth gently scraped over. You were dizzy from the feeling before he moved on to the next one and did the same. Your knuckles were no doubt white from how hard you gripped the sheets, you had closed your eyes, making noises you didn’t know you could make. He lifted himself again and pressed his lips to yours, silencing your whines and mewls. His legs shuffled, one knee nudging your legs open, you complied as he laid himself between your legs, his body pressed to yours. You gripped the sheets, feeling him against you finally.

Your hips rocked grinding against his clothed hardness. The king nipped at you in warning but you didn’t listen, too far gone until his hand forced your hips still.

“Be still” he muttered between kisses. You huffed pulling back to catch your breath and denying him your lips.

“Omega” he muttered and you pouted like a child trying to move your hips. He kissed along your neck, growling softly as his hand moved from your hips and slid between your bodies. You groaned softly as his finger slipped through your folds finally. You let out a relieved moan as he slowly moved up and down, his finger getting covered in slick. He hummed and growled lowly against your neck teasing your entrance before slipping a finger in. You tensed a little, holding your breath as he hushed you, his fingers were much larger than yours.

You arched and squirmed as he slowly moved his finger, his teeth scraped and gently bit down in a silent warning as you closed your eyes. His lips left your neck, you expected him to kiss you again but he didn’t, you whined and panted rocking back onto his finger. You could feel his eyes burning into you, you slowly opened yours, his eyes staring at you. You shivered under his gaze, closing your eyes again before a second finger pressed by your entrance. You opened your eyes quickly, a little bit of panic rushing through you. Your surprised noise turned into a moan from your heat clouded brain, you couldn’t think of anxiety’s or worries. The king sensed it though, his lips pressed to yours gently moving his second finger away. You apologised against his lips, tears rolling down your face again. He hushed you gently though, kissed away your tears as you felt his thumb press against your clit. He was quick to take your mind off things, speeding up his thrusts and rubbing against your sensitive nub. You moaned loudly, back arching as you sealed your eyes shut. Your stomach clenched, your legs shook as he quickened.

You came with a soft cry, panting heavily as he slowed and rode out your high. Your breath came raggedly and loudly, his movements stopped and he removed his finger making you whine quietly. You were trying to keep your eyes open, body feeling like a doll as you laid limply. Your thighs were sticky, you were thankful the towel was under you. The king moved slowly and you panicked thinking he was going to leave you. He stood at the end of the bed, kicking off his shoes before untying the strings of his pants. Your chest was moving heavily as you breathed, your mind clouded as you watched. He climbed back on the bed, not taking his pants off, his lips claimed yours again as you settled back into the pillows. You ran your hands over his body, feeling the scars and hair. You traced the scars on his back, fingers running over the ridges gently, he’d seen this world, been through so many battles. You made a sad whine, wishing you were there for him, by his side. You reached his hips, feeling the one scar that went along his left and disappeared under his waistband. You slipped your fingers under it following the scar.

“Warg” he muttered breaking from the kiss, you stared at him, running your hand back up to run over another one.

“Arrow,” he said and you moved to the next.

“Goblin sword” he added.

You moved to his shoulder one.

“Another warg,” he said and you saddened.

“This one?” You asked pressing your hand to his upper stomach, a line right under his chest.

“In the battle of the five armies, the day I finally killed Azog the defiler” he whispered and you looked to him.

“You almost died that day,” you said remembering the tales.

“Aye, I almost did, elves- elves saved me,” he said and you nodded. You had sad eyes, feeling tears in them. The king hushed you gently pressing his lips to yours in a slow kiss. Your mind flared again with heated lust, you went for his pants again, pushing them down his legs. The king chuckled into your kiss, helping you kick them off fully before he pressed his naked body to yours.

You groaned in delight, you ran your nails down his broad back and relished in his body against yours. The alpha king panted on your neck, you were running your hands over his body not getting enough. He growled lowly grabbing both your arms and pinning them again above your head.

You let out a sad whine and begged silently. His hips pushed your thighs apart more as he sat back on his heels and let your hands go. His cock was close to your heat, you rolled your hips rubbing against him. He held your hips in a vice grip, huffing at you. You wanted to pout, snap at him for keeping you still while he delayed.

“Thorin” you managed as he shuffled back slightly. His finger returned inside your entrance making you groan and arch your back.

“Needy thing” he whispered pressing his lips to your stomach as he slowly inserted a second one. You bit your lip and groaned, the feeling stinging slightly. He nipped at the flesh on your stomach making you embarrassed. You were breathing heavily as he slowly moved his fingers, twisting them, slowly spreading them slightly. Gods his fingers were big and rough, you couldn’t stop the way your back arched every time he moved, soft cry’s coming from your mouth. You whined when they left suddenly, opening your eyes to look at him, he gave his cock a few strokes before lining up with your entrance. You kept your head back, closed your eyes and gripped the sheets. Thorin shifted, leaning over your body instead and not pushing in. You opened your eyes confused as he leaned over you. You huffed and moved your hips not trusting your voice.

“Are you sure?” He asked and you let out a frustrated sigh and nodded.

“It’ll be uncomfortable for a minute” he muttered pressing his lips to yours as he finally pushed in.

You let out a broken moan, pulling back from the kiss to pant loudly while he kissed your neck. You gripped his biceps as he pushed in more, gods, it stung a lot, you were trembling now. He praised you quietly and hushed you gently before his hips met yours again. You let out a loud pant, trying to relax yourself.

“Good omega, you’re doing so good” he whispered in your ear making you melt.

His hips slowly moved, short thrusts, enough for you to start with as you got used to him. You held onto him tightly, arms around his neck as he buried his head into your neck.

“Move” you muttered slowly as the king lifted his head to look at you. You nodded to him and he rested on his hands as he moved out and back in. You groaned softly, eyes rolling back, hands clutching the sheets at the long slow thrusts. His speed increased slowly, little by little, you could only pant and making small whined as you clutched the sheets at the feeling of being full of an alpha. Your mind was spinning, head foggy with more need as he sped up more. He shifted slightly, slamming back in, knocking the air out of you. You groaned brokenly, a burst of pleasure running through you. His forehead rested on yours as he continued hitting that spot at a fast pace, his hair curtaining you both as you cried softly. His hand grabbed yours, pressing it into the mattress as he quickened again. You whined, pressing your lips to his to which he obliged too.

Your whole body shook in waves, his hand leaving yours, making you grip the sheets again as it snaked through your body. His fingers pressed to your clit making you groan as he slowly rubbed.

Your stomach clenched and fluttered as you came with a cry, you wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him closer as he kept his speed. You could feel him thickening and you wrapped your legs around his waist, forcing his knot in. He growled in your neck at the feeling as you felt tears in your eyes. He came then, slowly rocking, slowly pushing his knot in more before his hips stuttered to a stop.

You panted softly, letting your hold on him go, though your legs stayed around him. He lifted his head as you closed your eyes. You were worn in the best way, body throbbing and hot, but the need had died down. You groaned when he moved, feeling his knot tug.

“I’m sorry little one” he whispered pressing his lips to yours.

“Just lie on me” you whined as he tried to reposition.

“Stop-“ you moaned slightly and he did lay down on your body gently. His hips moved slightly, a soft groan leaving his lips. Your eyes were closed ready for sleep, you could barely stay awake as the king finally let his full weight on you. You hummed contently hand tracing random patterns on his back.

“Are you ok omega?” He asked voice husky and you hummed half asleep.

“Sleep” you muttered and the king chuckled.

“Goodnight Armalime” he muttered as you drifted off finally.

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